“Economic melt down.” The words have been reverberating for more than a month now. When it all began, I went right back to the amusement park in my mind, but I ended up taking the Roller Coaster from Hell. Come to find out, I wasn’t alone there.
“The mind is a place unto itself. It can make a hell of a heaven or a heaven of a hell,” John Milton said. The news of the last week, as well as the month before, has placed a whole lot of folks in the latter, direct from the thrill ride of the election ups and downs, regardless of which candidate they favored.
As in any crisis, my first response was to think of myself. Shameless ego. First question: So what does this mean to my life? I noticed the second thing I did was to envision my family and loved ones with nothing. Very uplifting. Whole lives in the gutter. Pain and helplessness. This image soon dissolved, fading into photos of soup lines in the Depression. Grapes of Wrath. Superimposed with the faces of everyone I know and love and millions I don’t know but might love. In a new technicolor release. Twenty-first century hell. Read More>>
