I want to try to approach this logically without sounding biased. But this is going to be biased. America has wound up in a situation akin to the tolerance paradox. This is the paradox that arises from wanting to live in a world of tolerance. If you desire such a world, you have to be intolerant of the intolerant … and therefore intolerant yourself.

Bias is a nearly unavoidable result of our circumstances and experiences, but the reality of the bias of gun control is that it favors compassion. It’s difficult to argue with a bias which leans toward reconciliation…

I sometimes wonder what it means,
Being left without word or response.
Your silence is comforting
But misleading
Because in this quiet I imagine
I have done something wrong
And been un-compassionate.

Or perhaps your acting is
That which lacks compassion.

Who is misunderstanding whom?

If you wanted
Nothing to do with me,
You would have already gone,
Left, and said so.

What’s keeping you
Holding on here,
And waiting?

Go, then, go
Leave me with three words:
We are done.

Is truth for you too difficult,
And kindness as well?

I’ve misjudged.
You are not strong,
Despite your trials.

But still I wish you
The power and grace
I once thought you had,
Only you’ll need to find them
Somewhere else,
No longer here,
Not from this heart.

There’s the door,
I suggest you use it.

Are we losing ourselves,
Cavemen watching this fire we started
Unable to avert our eyes from the flames
Crackling and dancing before us.

We’re starved because
the light is more consuming than our consumption
the fire more warming that the cold creeping.

Once I woke,
I’d lost time,
Sitting here by this fire,
A glance around
I yell
I scream
I stomp
But they all just stare

At the flames
At the darkness
At the show.

I’ve got to walk away,
I mumble.
It’s time to walk away.
I stumble.

The fire is so beautiful,
Farewell my friends.

Unarticulated words.
The blathering.
Seeing value
In the cloud,
the swarm
of meaningless

A blob of
meant to
boast or
and it rolls over
absorbing and
its uselessness.

Suffocated by
the noise,
we become
trained to
engorging the cloud
with false
not from lack
of intent,
from lack
of understanding.

In the midst
of this madness
no one speaks true
no one can;
in a room
full of screams
who can
be heard?

I write this letter to a brother in humanity who believes in owning guns but doesn’t want healthcare for everyone.

To believe so strongly in your right to arm yourself and yet say nothing or do nothing about the right to live … the simple, fundamental right to simply breath and exist without encumbrance … is to completely disregard the point of life.

The point of life is not to shoot and kill things. It is to LIVE! …

Let’s talk about our hatred, about our condescension.

No one is better. No one has more rights to any particular piece of land or air or water. Truly, the only way to believe in supremacy of any form (racial or religious or otherwise) is to buy into the unfounded idea that this planet or some part of it was given, by a supernatural being, to a specific subgroup of people. It was not.

We’re on a rock. Floating in the middle of space. If you believe in God, He obviously didn’t put just white people (or any other subgroup) alone…

We often believe that those who have entered a period of darkness in their lives have only themselves to blame; however, the darkness is called such because we don’t actually know what lies within. Once the black clouds envelope someone who has made a poor choice, it can become impossible for them to find their way back home.

We must look upon those who remain lost with such compassion. Taking the first step into the unknown may be a choice, but not being able to find yourself once the light leaves requires the understanding and helping hands of others.

It is easy to get wrapped up in the noise of everyday life and succumb to the stimuli which are impressing upon us. In particular, living within an economy driven by money, we are advertised to every instant. By giving in to these created needs, we begin to dictate our experience by them.

For instance, we may want a new computer for our work. Perhaps, the longer we feel the need for a new machine, the more our experience weakens. We complain; get upset; feel as though we can’t properly function without the thing that we “need”. …

I was on FB this morning and I saw an article from Fast Company entitled “Are you Ready to Consider that Capitalism is the Real Problem?” I read the article. I scrolled through the comments. One commenter said

just ask yourself. what gives you more freedom? capitalism or communism?

This evoked an emotion. I started writing and didn’t stop for a while, so the writing turned into this Medium article. Here is my response to that comment.

My Response

Imagine this was an argument about ice cream. Someone says “Chocolate is bad for you!” … and someone else says “Vanilla is bad…

If we begin to see the rivers and oceans as beautiful gifts instead of boundaries and sources of profit, we can begin to understand and be grateful for this amazing gift that has been given to all of humanity: Earth. Each and every day can walk upon this miracle and wake up to its bounty. But if we choose a path of personal profit and mindlessness, we will destroy this one and only home we have. As a conscious species, we have a responsibility to be respectful to and maintain this planet. We must act on that responsibility or face the consequences, of which we are already in the midst.

Matthew Kramer-LaPadula

creating, loving, awakening

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