We and everything else

One of the amazing aspects of human existence to me is that, I am convinced, very few of us and then very seldom are fully aware of things beyond what we consider our immediate environment and then even in that environment of all things in it. We do not even ask questions about it.

Then there are some of us who took it as their profession, their life's purpose, to in fact think about what most of us do not, to understand it, explain it, figure out what it is, where it came from, and where it's going. And even those curious people only have theories of it, parts of which may be proven, but the understanding of the whole thing is elusive and ever evolving.

Yet we all sort of mindlessly march through life, act, make decisions without realizing that what we carry in our consciousness is a very sparse description of what there is or may be. Moreover, we do this by happily assuming a very important role for us in it.

Does the question of existence have a definite, provable answer or is it one of those known unknowables? If it is, and I believe that indeed it is ultimately unknowable, then it should be quite okay to make all sorts of theories about it or none at all and live hopefully knowing that all that we know is just a description that somehow makes it worthwhile to continue living.

The question remains an interesting one, though.

Bobby

Just finished viewing "Bobby," the Emilio Estevez's "fictionalized account of the hours leading up to the June 5, 1968 shooting of U.S. Senator Robert F. Kennedy in the kitchen of The Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles following his win of the 1968 Democratic Party presidential primary in California."

While I bear no special liking to the Kennedys, members of the privileged class, the movie did touch me emotionally with its multiple side stories of ordinary, and not so ordinary, people whose lives were touched. It made me believe that that year, with two infamous political assassinations, marked clearly the shift in America, a shift from the country to which I looked up as a source of inspiration, a country that was what it projected as being around the world--a country of possibilities for all, to a country being finally hijacked by the opportunism that inevitably arises from the social, economic, political system we call capitalism.

I arrived to that country 8 years later in 1976 still experiencing the country of hope only to witness its slow, long path towards its own moral destruction when the opportunist class openly, boldly took over in 1980. She continued sinking to the point where I decided to leave her in 2013.

I still like to visit my friends who live in that beautiful country and hope that her wonderful people will see through the empty promises and arise to reclaim her soul once more.