A Tenuous Society is the Trouble

Turmoil and a tenuous society don't mix. Right here in Toronto, we are in the middle of a particularly nasty spate of gun violence. There is a coroners inquest into the death of Jeffrey Reodica, a 17 year-old who was shot three times in the back, killed by a Toronto Police officer. Israel is dropping bombs in the so-called holy land, summarily executing Palestinian children, and for what? The life of a 19 year-old baby killer? The CIA is looking into my personal banking records; they are also looking into the banking records of my fellow citizens.

The schools are racist and this makes me a marginalized visible minority upon whom the epithet 'anti-racist' is bestowed, further making me he whom is accused of perpetrating reverse racism. Neverminding the fact that my biological parents represent the full racial divide/spectrum from original/black to grafted/white. This gives me pause for thought to contemplate my future educational endeavors, and indeed my current ones as well. Perhaps this is why I am somewhat at a loss to explain how I could have been so foolish so as to have allow my ambivalence towards society to lead me to such an impoverished mental state.

Have I, in all my attempts to relate to my fellow neighbors on this planet called Earth, forgotten what it means to have 'knowledge of self'? They say 'a mind is terrible thing to waste' while they waste away the mental. This makes me ponder whether indeed an implicit 'nevertheless clause' has at some point been imbued within the secret dogma and morals of such a precocious western society in that of which, I, in part, constitute. Nevertheless, I strive towards personal growth and development, constantly actualizing of the praxis of my struggle,viz.: I live, I learn, I die, and then I return to the essence.