The
chill gets into my bones in particular this time of year.
I expect
this in winter, but the calendar claims this as spring and I’ve already sprung
ahead to believe it should be – so my bones hurt as if betrayed.
I
strolled along the Kill Van Kull late last week feeling the cold air sweep off
the water like an invading army.
It takes
over the landscape and holds its ground.
And I am
helpless to recapture the good feeling the promise of spring usually brings me.
I live
my life marked by changing seasons the way my grandparents have, and their
grandparents before them.
But we
are living in a new era where these things matter less or are less predictable.
Call it
climate change or global warming, it has changed the fundamental make up of
what it means to be human, and put us out of touch with the natural order.
Bible-thumpers
tell us there is no such thing, hiding their fear behind capitalistic greed.
We dare
not admit that after God gave us dominion over the earth, we screwed everything
up, turning the world into a place that no longer has a time for growing and a
time for letting go, a time for being born and a time for mourning.
We the
unwise caretakers of the earth have turned the world into a maze of unpredictably
we cannot pray back into submission. So we get 70 degrees on Christmas and 30
degrees two weeks after Easter has expired.
This is
not to say that a chill this time of year is unnatural. There have been cold
spells before.
But it
is clear that those who put faith in god have very little faith in the cycles
god set up, and could care less about undermining his creation for their own
gain.
Behind
each page of the Bible is a greedy capitalist, finding holy words with which to
justify his or her greed. And there is a host of true believers who get lured
into believing anything that comes wrapped up in scripture, too naïve or
ignorant to realize that The Bible is a metaphor, one vast poem saying this is
like that, and never meant to be taken literally.
I guess
we are so lost in this maze of choices that we will grasp at anything that
seems to know which way to go, even if it is in the wrong direction, even if it
is a map drawn by a master manipulator steering us to ends that do not profit
us in the end or liberate our souls.
We are
so desperate for miracles to solve problems we can’t or won’t solve for
ourselves that we will follow any huckster showing us cheap tricks and
misquoting scripture. We are lambs being led to slaughter.
And the
chill I feel isn’t merely from the weather, but from seeing massive rallies
like the one that took place in Long
Island last night, a flock
of misguided, misled fools headed off a cliff, willing to drag the rest of us
with them.
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