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The Parallel Universe of Peace

Originally published at http://www.commondreams.org/views/2020/10/29/parallel-universe-peace

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This song keeps going through my mind… “Vincent”

"…Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in the ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will… "

I feel that last part so strongly. And not in a passive way.
More and more I feel sanity slipping away…
Crushed and broken on the virgin snow
And there seems no hope in sight.

Turning guns to butter.
Changing oil, gas and nuclear to clean energy.
Why is it so hard.

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