carpe diem

when the boy in charleston bowed his head to pray with the preacher

i guarantee you he was not thinking about god.

not the god with which we are normally familiar, anyway

but a new kind of god--one which allows sin and murder and devastation

all for the good of his people.

god loves everyone, except those which he doesn’t.

but let us not think about the crime committer,

rather let us think about the crime committee, so to speak

those nine souls who will become the board of directors

directors of the fate of dylann roof

who will patiently await his own arrival to whatever fucking place we end up when we die

who will ultimately decide where he goes

up or down?

up like the gun he lifted to the nine,

or down like his head when he bowed it to pray?

nobody will ever know. of course there will be opinions

personal bias formed from personal experience

but the disconnect between those and that boy in charleston

is such that they are apples and cucumbers

oil and water

they do not mix, they do not relate

so please.

ask yourself if it matters. or, ask yourself which matters more:

why dylann roof took the lives of those nine,

or that the lives of those nine were taken by anyone.

dylann roof could have been anyone, and the nine he killed could have been anyone, too.

this story could have been written by shakespeare:

it is a tragedy without rhyme or reason

a tragedy for the sake of being a tragedy

and this has slowly become a norm in this society

and does this sicken anyone else like it does me?

and is anyone else prepared to do anything about it?

i don’t know how to change the world, i just know that it needs changing.

we cannot sit anymore and let these things burn themselves into oblivion on our social media pages.

we cannot sit anymore and let these things go by, on the whole, unnoticed.

we cannot sit anymore and let ourselves spiral downwards.

i cannot, at least. if you will join me in this struggle, in this battle against ourselves

in this struggle for freedom from our own damned demons,

then stand with an open mind, a patient heart, and a tolerant soul

and we’ll be off. to save ourselves from ourselves. to change the world.

let us go, my friends.

carpe diem.