Watching the invasion of Normandy, on the History Channel, I could not help but think of the tremendous loss of LOVE, in the world on that day. LOVE of family, children, mother's, fathers, everyone sacrificed, present and future love. I believe that we need to look at this event from the point of view of LOVE.
The men said,"We are not heroes, we just did our job." Their job entailed a tremendous loss of LOVE all of it wiped out, as rivers of blood poured into the Atlantic Ocean on the beaches of France, in a battle between what looks to be Good against Evil. Hitler was driven by his visions that he was destined to control the world. The world responded to that vision of conquest through death and destruction, in kind.
Has there ever been a winning, by other means? Will we prevent a future war by talking? Talking and Peace treaties do not seem to be holding. Is the consciousness of the world ready for the higher step, we long to take?
Education, freedom from agrarian beliefs, freedom from the idea that your birth legacy is the correct way to live, think and adore our maker, are we ready to quit these ideas? I say we are not prepared. I wonder, if we are fair yet, in our judgements.
The people of the Amazon, are bursting into the civilized world, yet, the documentary on them states that we want to keep them within their own civilization. Isn't this what we are trying to overcome? Isn't this incongruous?
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Just my world of dreams, music and thoughts. Author of two books, one a novel of Love stories set in Framingham, Mass, Secrets of the Heart the 2nd book an autobiography of growing up in Framingham, Mass. Small Town America, Framingham My generation was the first teenage generation, that was when the word was coined. Ours was the generation that started cruising through town and to the drive in theater and drive in restaurant. In our area, Ernie Kampersal,from Holliston, drove his bucking car through town, picking up girls. It rose in the air, like a stallion! We went to the soda shops and played the juke boxes. It was a different town, a different time, and it belonged to us!
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
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