Endings

On Endings #1

Where I am the winds are blowing so forcefully that the house creaks and rattles and the trees bend in a way that looks like they will break. I can see the ocean from this hill and even though it’s been here forever it always surprises with how vast and unremitting it is. How can something go on forever like that?

I read today that if an apple was magnified to be the size of the earth, its atoms would appear to be the size of apples.

I am listening to the sound of the wind and hoping for some guidance or hope, some clarity about what to do about things that I care about but cannot seem to do anything about. I, like you, have spent much of the week hearing about exactly what happens in a school classroom when someone has a weapon that can tear flesh apart and they point it at children and pull the trigger. I, like you, have spent the week contemplating the moments, the horror, the parents, the phone calls, the police, the politicians, the systems, the utter violence and dishonesty of the whole structure into which we’ve been conscripted, that we seem to uphold by mere fact of our being here.

I can hear the ocean if I listen closely. That roar has not stopped for millions of years. Not once. This is mind-blowing to me.

My daughter was at an event a few weeks ago where a gun was pulled and everyone just kinda moved out of the way and the ceremony continued. She told me about it, laughing. Do you know how many times I’ve been on those…