Opinion - Blip on the Radar (2)
Blip on the Radar (2)
Background:
All your life, you have been taught, have you not, that Fascists are wicked. That Adolf Hitler was the most evil man that ever walked the planet. That the German people loathed and reviled him, and lived in morbid fear of his sadistic, cruel henchmen. You have been taught that, in the end, thank goodness, the Good people triumphed.
But not before six million jews were murdered.
What... if I quietly suggested to you that you might wisely re-examine your cherished assumptions?
What... if I quietly suggested that we have all been systematically lied to?
And that the outrageous lies, furiously, shrilly, continue to this very day?
Before you read the autobiographical story attached below, in the link? I ask you to understand something. A man must go, where Fickle Fate and unlikely Circumstance propel his restless urge to explore. Sometimes, (often?), along the way, Doubts and Disillusionment set in. Gone are the certainties, the steady beat of solid convictions. Marching, as soldiers in disciplined rows.
And once the alarming crack in the once-solid dam of Righteousness is first clearly observed? It spreads, exponentially.
Leaving the restless Seeker? The honest Pilgrim?
Drowning in the raging floodwaters of cataclysmic re-Birth.
I have stood, alone, on high mountain tops. And wondered.
I have stood alone, rain-soaked, facing wind and storm, on the Irish cliffs of Slea Head, staring out to Sea.
I have thrown myself headlong out of perfectly airworthy aircraft. I cannot tell you why.
I have flown the perfect vertical roll, in a gleaming biplane, scored well by the judges below.
I have crept through the Darkness, alone, rifle in hand, my ears straining. Every nerve taut. The Brooding Night so full of threats.
I have stood on the surface of Mars, and found Earth. My home, so tiny. Where mortal fools pomp & strut, and blowhards, ceaselessly, bump their gums.
I have contemplated Life, Death, the Universe, and I have measured that poor, poor critter.
That tries so hard. And knows. So little.
I am not ashamed to bow my head, in silent respect.
For that which I dimly sense. For that which I know?
Is far, far greater than I.
Truly, I murmur, we know?
Nothing.
https://newwritersharbor.com/members/francis_meyrick/buddyblog/my-posts/26005/