The other day I was in the car listening to NPR, and somebody was talking about how we're all inhabiting liminal space right now. I don't know who she was, and I didn't hear much of what she had to say, but I heard enough to agree with a lot of the broad strokes.
She spoke of our current existence as being situated profoundly in between what we knew, and the settled reality of what is coming, whatever that may be. God, that's true. She had a pretty rosy outlook about what might come. We'll be more patient, understanding, and community minded. Maybe or maybe not. That's where she stopped reading the moment and started postulating. It's also where I parted ways with her analysis.
I'm not saying we won't arrive where the commentator hoped we might. I'm saying it's not foregone conclusion, and without a lot of deliberate effort it isn't necessary the likely outcome. We have to strive for a gentler world than the one we left. There's a cost to be paid for that. For now, we're still in between.
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Home
The horizon is further than it looks
Know all of this will change
All of this is heading somewhere
Gone is the comet
Got swallowed by the dawn
Know all of us will change
All of us are headed someplace
And all the way
Our thoughts are fixed on silence
And all the way
We pray we're being drawn somewhere
Gone all the pretense
We'll utter what we mean
Though all the waves will crest
All trials cost us something
And all the way
Our path will follow questions
And all the way
We'll pray we're being drawn somewhere