I received the following comment in response to my "Diary July 31, 2019" which was an introduction of sorts to why I've dedicated this month to Earth's Pageant of Evolution. Since it's clear that “Defeat” is something we rationalists will be forced to deal with more and more, I’ve decided to offer this challenging response as a stand alone post.
Thanks, it's nice to know some can relate to what I'm trying to write about.
"Defeated" is such an ugly word. How about righteously pissed off, heartbreakingly disappointed, fatalistic resignation as I watch the tipping points sneak past an apathetic willfully ignorant public thanks to ruthlessly dishonest propaganda media empires. Sure, I’ve felt profound defeats that have floored me, but if you're alive you can’t stay on the floor for long.
You know in our own life's delicate dance we're required to be 'Present' to something - what will it be? I can't watch Trump news, too much 'crazy making' going on, the normalization of their unAmerican dysfunctionality and their hideous disconnect from physical reality is too much. Add to that continued Democratic Party ineptness, massive voter indifference, and it's simply horrifying for me to keep watching since it's beyond my ability to do anything about - when so few actually care or are aware. All that's left for me is to continue striving to better enunciate rational fundamental principles and to continue living my life with dignity best I can.
My inner spirit is alive and well - supported by appreciation for down to Earth reality along with my place in the flow of Evolution, (rather than dependence on self-delusion and angry insecurity). I've lived a life that the young me would be as proud of as the old me is. No horror can take that away. Besides, I'm aware that I'm a passionate empathetic guy and I learned long ago getting my heart kicked in and torn up now and then, is part of living an engaged life, then we get up, dust off and cowboy up.
