07.08.15


"My brother would not do nothing like that unless it was for a reason"

My brother.  We are bound by a force that is not hate.  And restricted by that which is not love.  There is a fear that has grown so heavy within us that we are forced to sleep standing up and can no longer make our own way to the fridge in the middle of the night in search of sweets or salty snacks.  

"My brother would not do nothing like that unless it was for a reason"

Nothing.  It is not me.  It is not you.  It is not a member of your family, or the car you drive.  It is not the water that reflects the beauty of an endless sky or a common blood we share in our veins.  It is not the songs we sing in praise, nor is it the fear we teach our children or even an idea that goes unshared or misunderstood.  Nothing is simply that which it is not.

"My brother would not do nothing like that unless it was for a reason"

Reasons.  To begin to understand what is happening, it is helpful to recognise that hate does not exist.  There is love.  And there is fear.  Hate has been offered up as a way to help (incorrectly) describe love, such as how light is not dark or perhaps how hard is not soft.   We, inclusive of you and I and the man who took the life of the dog and the man who after took the life of the man who took the life of his dog, live or have lived in fear and therefore can not truly know or fully experience that which is not fear.  Love.

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