Someday we will have better batteries for laptops, or maybe coffee shop tables that charge them through contact (while giving us only minor skin cancer on our forearms).
6%, stop being self-referential Mike. Things to do today, church to attend, in one manner or the next. I weep and cheer for this world, and that makes no sense but it is where I am, I can assure whoever asks. When I was young, I had enough breaks and love and support and safety, and I thought the world was basically Good.
5%, as I grew older, I started to see that I was an edge case, and while there were many of us, there might have been many more who had different experiences and maybe did not see the Good as easily, and could not touch it, being prevented. The TV was telling me this was so, though my parents kept me from seeing images of the very worst of what we could do to each other. I thought the world was basically Good, but flawed – and then, as I watched more TV, and then the Internet, I saw complexity, and saw the flaws were everywhere, and entangled with the Good I still knew to be there.
4%, and I begin to make mistakes in my adult life – the usual kind, like acts of Good not taken, work not considered seriously enough, friends not kept in touch with, pets not pampered (they are a direct channel to our own empathy), insects not given a second chance, animals framed in boxes for entire lifetimes for their meat and hide and extra bits, and I began to wonder if the Good was just a story, and even if so, was there still a value in a Good story. I had by then read Life of Pi, and so began to consider things I hadn’t before reading that, like what happens after one reads anything, or hears anything, or sees anything new.
3%, and my adult mistakes and missteps led me to the steps of the local church, where I had always at least found the Story of Good to be hiding – past all of the Terrible that had become attached to its symbols – and I had to admit, I could not save myself, much less the world. The place is too messed up, and we’re all careening off in our own directions, looking for some reason to keep on careening. I felt determined to see the experiment of my life progress to its next stage, and through to some other thing.
I am leaving so much detail without, because of the limits of time and energy (and my tea is getting cool).
2%, and I’m nearly here, I’ve had my own kind of Very Hard, though not all remotely like Yours. A friend recently reminded me I’m allowed to feel that, no matter what Good I’ve been given to hang on to. My week has been unlike any other, and I’ve been to the edge of what I might call a bit loopy, but hopeful, but full of regret and worry that I won’t be able to be just some part of the light that will help guide others back to where they were headed when there was only Good to see.
1%, and this is for you, typos and all – tired, but true.