We do it all the time, choosing the poison of retaliation as modus
operandi. Our operating system often looks a lot like living under the
control of impulse and convenience, blaming and targeting others as
interlopers to our expectations. But antidotes restore vitality. We are
the antidote(s). And personally, here are a couple of stifling realities
I experience that poison me. #1 Racism #2 Classicism #3 Theft. These
toxins mess up everything they touch and they're easy to both hate and
replicate. One minute I'm complaining that a non-black doesn't
understand why I brush my hair or keeps mistaking me for the other black guy. The next I'm using broad strokes in a
conversation to demonize that group of people. Two wrongs still don't make a right. Sounds like poison
being prescribed to cure a snake bite.
I'm convinced
more than ever, though, that we are the antidote. An antidote is meant
to heal. But maybe most of us humans, no matter our religion, really
enjoy getting even more than we do healing. Somehow we think that one
middle finger begets another. We think that the best way to protect our
children is by isolating them and keeping them in view. But I'm
convinced that there would be less Amber alerts if the village at large
was allowed to look after our kids a bit. The villagers would dispose of
pedophiles and the like.
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