Artificial Affectations

  “I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.” Margaret Atwood – The Handmaid’s Tale My voice fell silent a bit ago. It’s not that there wasn’t anything to say, it just stayed quiet. Sometimes silence is soothing. It is the serenity in the sea of artificial affectations that have come to eradicate every essence of existentialism in America. See, when we fall silent, we give into the American pretense. We fall in love with the allusion that all is well over the amber waves of grain. I fell in love. I fell in love hard with the notion that by not raising my voice, but not straining my vocal chords, by not exercising my fingers on the keyboard, by not engaging in meaningful discourse, I was solving the problem. I apologize. I apologize to all humans. Not to Americans. Not to white men. Not to black men. Not to women. Not to Muslims. Not to Christians. Not to atheists. Not to scientists. Not to artists. Not to children. To everyone. To all humans. We lose sight of what really matters when we begin to dichotomize everything. For those of you out there, there is no black or white. There is only gray. Gray is what allows humans to advance as a civilization. When we begin to look at things as black and white, we face our inevitable destruction. We look forward to a future reminiscent of Margaret Atwood’s, The Handmaid’s Tale or Madeline L’Engle’s dark planet of Camazotz in A Wrinkle in Time. Where...