In the dark colony of night, when I consider man’s magnificent capacity for malice, madness, folly, envy, rage, and destructiveness, and I wonder whether we shall not end up as breakfast for newts and polyps, I seem to hear the muffled cries of all the words in all the books with covers closed.
~Leo Calvin Rosten
The day after…watching mass murder on CNN reported live and sensationalized.
I wonder where we are heading, what will become of our spirits,
what is lost in our souls?
I just wanted to check the news in the morning, while I attended to my daily workout…and was faced with murder unfolding.
It’s a scary world, with sad people, and up to the minute reporting.
May the families of the wounded and dead find peace.
And may I remember to never watch the news again.
It just fucks up my head.
I am going to paint, in the quiet…no noise, no outside world…no distractions…I will paint out my understanding, my path for peace, my love, my pain.
I paint for the souls of the departed, and the crazy-ness of this world we live in.
May their souls rest in peace.
May the living find the strength to continue on and survive this tragedy.
It’s just so God awful.
I had planed a whole different topic of writing today…but I just went where my heart took me instead…I’ll try again tomorrow.