We have constructed a system we can’t control. It imposes itself on us, and we become its slaves and victims.
We have created a society in which the rich become richer and the poor become poorer, and in which we are so caught up in our own immediate problems that we cannot afford to be aware of what is going on with the rest of the human family or our planet Earth.
In my mind I see a group of chickens in a cage disputing over a few seeds of grain, unaware that in a few hours they will all be killed.
Thich Nhat Hanh, The World we Have
I love this man!
On September 11, 1906, 3,000 people, mostly Indians, packed the old Empire Theater in Johannesburg, South Africa. A young lawyer, Mohandas K. Gandhi, took the stage, and a life story, rooted in nonviolence, was born.
Years later, Lord Irwin would ask this same Gandhi what he thought would solve…
I see a world where everything is beautiful, where everything is lovely.
A world not characterized by differing sides and hatred from both for the other.
A world where, while we have our own opinions and assumptions about another, we don’t speak of them hatefully.
A world where beauty and acceptance are sought out rather than division and hate.
I see a world where we all stand as one body, moving to different beats but ultimately moving toward the common good of all mankind.
I see a world without cutthroat politics and an “us vs. them” mentality.
I believe we can achieve this world if we all take the time to listen to the other side and not pass judgement on them, if we would contemplate the reasoning of another.
Our world today is characterized by impatience and bitterness and some feel that they cannot truly be themselves to everyone and must hide behind walls of safety but the safest thing we can do and the best we have to offer is love.
Love for brother, love for neighbor, love for enemy and eventually there will be no enemies.
Outdo one another in love. Let this be our greatest aim.
I see a world characterized by love.
English speakers dread silence. We are all familiar with the uncomfortable feeling that overcomes us when a conversation palls. Studies have shown that when a pause reaches four seconds, one or more of the conversationalists will invariably blurt something—a fatuous comment on the weather, a startled cry of "Gosh, is that the time?"—rather than let the silence extend to a fifth second." –Bill Bryson.
—The Mother Tongue, page 36