Memorial

On this memorial day weekend, I would like us to raise up our eyes to the soldiers of unnamed battles.  Wars that we still fight everyday.  All the marchers and the yellers, the agitators that stir up life, asking us to choose.  The fighters who expose this world as one that has been created and maintained by us.  Into our living rooms they march and point at the furniture, asking Can you defend this?

When I am caught in the day-to-day drama of my own life; be it as small and close as my inner thoughts or wider to the needs of family and friends: the fighters and the teachers knock loudly and throw the windows and the doors open.  I see the people next to me, I hear tell of people I’ve never met.

Let us not memorialize the fighters as if their work is finished.  Let nothing be carved in stone, let nothing rust or disappear under the green blooms of lichen.  Let us not mourn for life moving on.  For the tragedies are ones of stasis.  The people who can claim that this life can be better will hold the most power over the future.  Remember, Entropy is a creative act.