If our earth were a car, we would never put our children in it no matter how safely we strapped them in. It is a fragile chunk of molten matter and primordial ooze and mysterious creation hurtling through space, whatever space is, at a trajectory that is blistering. At any moment a sun flare could fart lethal clouds in our direction blowing up our power grid for decades and leaving us dying in the dark. And how we are using this vehicle is hastening its demise. I am weary of those people who claim to care about a child's right to be born only later to watch those fragile ones become victims of our thoughtlessness, this planet's dangers and the cruelty of its inhabitants. Was it all so that they could smugly say, "Hey, Kid, don't blame me for your suffering. You should thank me for strapping you into this vehicle that is 'unsafe at any speed.' Your suffering is not my problem." When did we become each other's problems and not fellow planet occupants? Was it the moment we declared what is good and not good? A creation story tells us that the creator gave us the privilege of giving everything a name. But each creation already had a name. It is good. We are killing butterflies because we declare mosquitos "Not good." A fly got trapped inside my house yesterday and died later, I imagine exhausted, at the bottom of a window. It is good. My dog ate the carcass. It is good. My dog will likely puke it up later this afternoon. It is good. I will clean up the puke. It is good. I believe in a being that listens and loves. There is a being who does not say to me or the butterflies or the dog or the fly, "Hey, Kid, don't blame me." There is one who cleans up after my puke and keeps creating, strapping us in for the bumpy right, hoping for the best. It is good. And so am I. And so are you.
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