• …The Sky sounds so angry today. It’s gotten slightly darker, and the wind appears to have picked up. Maybe it’s not angry… maybe it’s just so sad that it can’t silently cry. That’s what I think, since it has been raining, as well. I can hear the people outside…there’s a dog, too. But otherwise it’s quiet. And the flowers outside my window are so much more brilliant today than they could ever be when the sun shines. They stand out so much better in the dim light of the Sky’s sorrow. Is it wrong to think that something else’s misery is so beautiful? … Or is it just an acceptance of the way life will be? Maybe I’m just acknowledging that along with the good things, there must be bad things, and these things we perceive to be bad can be just as good; if only we’d let them.

    That dog sounds so upset. I wonder what’s happened to it. Yet it’s just an idle wondering, because even as I think it, I don’t feel the motivation to move. Perhaps that is a reflection on what humans have become. Though I wish to know, I lack the motivation to find out. I don’t think it’s important, and yet to the dog, it could be any form of eminent danger. Or maybe it’s puppy has been hit by a car… I wonder if anyone other than myself can hear this dog? I wonder if, unlike myself, they’ll care enough to make sure it’s okay? I wonder if anyone like that exists anymore? There’s nothing keeping me from going to my window, not even two paces away, to check on this dog’s welfare.

    “But surely, since it’s only a dog…” How will I finish that sentence? Since it’s only a dog, what? Is it’s sorrow not substantial enough to warrant my attention? Is it because I don’t understand the reasons behind it’s barking? Or is it simply because I lack the compassion, the empathy to stand up and find out if that dog needs assistance? Perhaps because it isn’t my same species, I do not care enough to move from my comfortable perch on my bed. Perhaps what I am doing seems more important than a dog that I don’t even know. I’ve never even seen this animal.

    However, this has become a moot point, as the animal is no longer making noise. Could it be he finally gave up trying to gain the attention of a world that does not care about one, insignificant life? I doubt the animal thought of it in such a complex fashion… However, what proof do I have?

    Just now, a young child screamed. It peaked my interests and my desire to go to the window has increased tenfold. Even though just after that scream there followed the sound of children’s laughter, my concerned heart has not ceased it’s agitation. That single scream sent a jolt through my being in a way that all those many barks of a dog could not. How strange is it that we, the human race, can only manage to care for ourselves…

    It doesn’t even make that much sense. At this point in time, we are at the very top of the food chain. The only thing that kills us is ourselves. The disease, the wars, all due to someone having another child. This world isn’t made for so many human beings, and yet we cannot stand to see another of our kind suffer.

    Of course, there is the exception of a murderer, or someone who can only care for himself. How many of us are so strong (or is it weak?) as to be able to not only deny the needs of a fellow human, but to even demolish it? A behaviour we frown upon in our society today, yet how else will our population be controlled? I surely do not condone my fellow man or woman being slaughtered like pigs, but what in the world has happened to natural selection?

    We may just be a mistake. A fluke in the evolutionary system that not only wouldn’t go away, but continued to grow at a rate that predators could not fight. Soon predators themselves died off, and we remained. Not only that, but we lusted after life with such a passion that death had to invent new ways for us to die. War is, in fact, an invention of mankind, and though so many of us fight it, it is extraordinarily necessary.

    Those of the Christian faith believe that when we die, if we committed only good in our lifetime and had atoned for our sins, we return to God’s favour. We live amongst the Angels, having become one ourselves, and inhabit a Utopia commonly referred to as Heaven. I suppose what human beings want the most is for Earth to resemble this Utopia as closely as it possibly can. However, in our blind greed for that which we may not deserve, we have overlooked so many essential details.

    You want a world without War, correct?

    You want a world without Hunger?

    Without Greed?

    Without Lies?

    Without Suffering?

    The most unfortunate thing about this desire is that it cannot be obtained. The more we try, the more we are opposed. The more we are opposed, the more we try.

    I wonder if this is a cycle that will only end in defeat…

    The sky sounds angry, today. A car is driving by furiously. A firecracker goes off somewhere close to my home. It’s getting lighter outside, and the flowers are losing their jubilance.

    I can hear the people outside, I can see that it has stopped raining…

    And I wonder… What are they thinking?

    Out doors it is silent. The wind picks up.

    I envy them.