A
fisherman in Sumatra asks a question, and
half
a world away someone is allowed to live
yet
another day. The cattle drive of a Massai
tribesman
in Kenya never enters the mind as
we
prepare for work in the morning. A crop
of
winter wheat is on the verge of breaking
the
surface on a farm 30-miles south of Salina.
We
go through our entire lives befuddled by
so
much intrigue and mystery, the unanswerable,
the
unseen. And we are told to keep the faith, to
fall
on our knees and pray. Still the thought arrives
at
bedtime, was this some cosmic experiment
gone
awry, or nothing but one huge cataclysmic
mistake?
Then again, it could be such a simple
thing—all
our misgivings clinging to the wingtips
of
migrating Canada Geese. Perhaps there is this
revelation
of an enigma lying deep beneath the
Aegean
Sea, some monolithic answering of our
questioning:
Why me? Why the stars at night?
Fear
not, dear friend, you are not alone. Wracking
the
mind of Neanderthal in his time, yes, even he
must
have been numb-struck with wonderings
such
as these.
Chris
Hanch 12-16-17
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