More Light

The state of humanity after 50 years of hippie progress is so bleak, causing most to passively tolerate mass irresponsibility and dissolution as we watch collective decline and contribute to it through inaction and superficial soap opera drama.

And yet, as soon as we meet someone who seems to be special, who is not an obvious victim of this wreckage, our outlook becomes quite different. At once, we have a companion and everything is again possible, making aspiration seem like more than a solitary personal indulgence in the dark.

Was this all just a type of depression, where even we cheerful spirits who reject mourning and ignore sadness are susceptible to a larger sickness? Even when our instinct is stage five acceptance, answering the doctor with "okay" when he tells us we have terminal brain cancer -- still we make good lives for ourselves and hedge for many possible futures, but expect nothing short of disaster everywhere else, because that is what we see from moderns.

Whether what we see is truth or illusion, we should remain as lighthouses visible to those who travel in search of better destinations. All who know their value mask it in public, yet seek others worthy of it. This too is nature's design - let those who are not broken find us and come play for a while.