Lamentation can give ear to deafening silence,
and voice to the particularly gritty experience of pain,
when
openness to stressed embodiment
through shared human solidarity
forge a way for you and me,
intertwining together.
Or not.
...and the greatest choice one makes in decrying the (lamentable thing) is whether to be one with the mob or a mob of one.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, WM. I think there is also the ongoing choice of being a mob of none which can reveal the presents of the past.
ReplyDeleteI keep working on this. The past can be such a tricky mistress.
...and is this not where the gut decisions get made...at that moment when you and I can see each other ... see the best and the worst ...and choose to be human(e)
ReplyDeletethe gritty moments that teach me who I am ...or am not...
thanks for this
Gritty moments can teach when the learners can learn.
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