Updated: Jun 3, 2022
I suppose this is what folks do when unable to use a platform so many choose to ignore and go on living their lives in apparent silence and wealth. Although, what is “wealthy” to me may very well not be enough to afford physical protection as this world was never promised to be permanent, and there are beings whose foul hatred runs so deep, they must choose to be that end for whomever they can. Along with that fact, I’ll also grant that the people whom hold the platform I say I would preach from, if I could, may also very well doing what they can, where they can (hence the phrasing “apparent silence”). I can’t speak for anyone but myself for instances that occur behind closed doors, but, within this section of the web, I will always attempt to grant my assumed perspective on most anyone/anything I speak on.
I should get to the point.
My name is Vash (more on me within a later session) and by no means am I an expert on any of the myriad topics I choose to discuss through my God-given platform. The only thing I truly pride myself on being is brilliant at is writing (—hey, I gotta give credit where it’s due—especially if it’s to myself as that is a feat oft neglected). This isn’t to say I couldn’t get better, of course—however, frankly, the concept to initiate a blog has not suddenly come because I am a proficient and avid writer…
I’m typing today, because (what all that digressive rambling at the start of this entry was truly attempting to get to) it has been a few days since several nearly back-to-back mass shootings have occurred in 3 different US states (and this is simply a tally of shootings in which I’m personally qualifying as “mass” due to the death toll surpassing “ten”).
Gilroy, El Paso, and Dayton.
As noted before, life was never promised to be permanent, but, damn, don’t it hurt as the individuals left alive to sort through and collect the pieces malice has dumped out onto us.
I also noted earlier, I’m not an expert on any topics I speak on. I have no worldly salvation for the disease that is hostility. God is a wonderful source of assistance for keeping me at peace, but if it were all that easy to get people to God keep everyone placid, there’d be no need for Heaven, as we’d already be there. In fact, human beings kill for God all the time, so, in actuality, God cannot (or maybe would not—I don’t ever fall into the pit of error of speaking for God either, by the way) make everybody the “angel” we all aspire for strangers, acquaintances, friends, and family to be.
I hate to burst anyone’s beautiful bubble or muddy your rose-colored glasses, but, Listener, there will never be peace on Earth. It’s, in all honesty, an oxymoron—“peace on Earth.” Of course, this is my opinion, however, this realm may possibly have been created to be peaceful (I don’t know; I wasn’t there), but that sure ain’t what it’s turned out to be. Hurt people hurt people and the cycle is perpetual. We can try and numb that truth with pills, alcohol, weed or myriad other methods of evasion, but truth is just that, and there is no other way out of it.
Fear not, Listener! I am not here to depress! Getting a fact out there may be hard to take sometime; nonetheless, it’s as important as the foundation to any structure—to anything we humans may want to keep together. Framework is vitality.