It seems like the whole world is rumbling--the trucks, the laundry, the train, the lights, my heart, compiled, inseparable, a hurricane that heaves in tandem to the beats of a billion hearts and maybe I'm going crazy or maybe I'm going sane.
Order is a construct predicated on judgment, and you can't judge someone anymore than you can judge the sun for going down. Judgment serves a pragmatic function exclusively and has nothing to do with truth. The truth is that we're all products of circumstance--you can't judge the working girls, the johns, or the pimps until you know where they came from. It might look like hell to you, but for a lot of them, its a step up from home.
If there's anything I learned out here its just how lucky I am to have the people who love me unconditionally. Destructive behavior invariably requires a void in order to take root.
So when the chaos coalesces amidst rumbling tractors, a simple song slips through the backdoor. Love is the forgotten currency that underlies human interaction and it took a journey through the dark side to unveil this fundamental truth.
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"...you can't judge someone anymore than you can judge the sun for going down." So true, and a poignant way to see it. I love this entry Alex. In this respect, we come from a very filthy rich family. Baruch Hashem.
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