How do you describe the world you know?
Is it a safe place? A good place?
Do people care and share with others in your world, or are they focused on staying alive and trying to keep their families together no matter the horror of their present situation?
There is such inadequacy in words.
Words dance about, from one mouth to another.
No matter how loud they are spoken, we don’t really hear them. We don’t really feel them.
We can see them occasionally, but they have no meaning to us. No REAL meaning.
Words aren’t stomach fillers.
Words aren’t warm blankets on cold nights.
Words don’t keep the rain or snow off our bodies, unless you build your shelter with useless books that no one reads because no one can.
Words mean little when you have little left to lose.
Actions shift the balance between life and death.
Actions do the sharing. Actions do the protecting.
Actions make the difference in the world.
We don’t need self-serving rhetoric or bombastic narcissism.
We need ACTION.
And we need it NOW.