cautionary tales
run and tell the king, again
sky falls, persevere
“I wore this frock coat in Washington, before the war. We wore them because we belonged to the five civilized tribes. We dressed ourselves up like Abraham Lincoln. We only got to see the Secretary of the Interior, and he said: “Boy! You boys sure look civilized.!” he congratulated us and gave us medals for looking so civilized. We told him about how our land had been stolen and our people were dying. When we finished he shook our hands and said, “endeavor to persevere!” They stood us in a line: John Jumper, Chili McIntosh, Buffalo Hump, Jim Buckmark, and me — I am Lone Watie. They took our pictures. And the newspapers said, “Indians vow to endeavor to persevere.” We thought about it for a long time, “Endeavor to persevere.” And when we had thought about it long enough, we declared war on the Union.”
Lone Watie from the movie, The Outlaw Josey Wales
Driving to work and reviewing the week at large, my heart files with bitterness.
My soul is filled with bile.
Fed up.
Not going to take it anymore.
Just plain angry with humans and lack of humanity.
I sit down and power up my computers and the radio from London is playing Beethoven’s Violin Concerto. (Violin concerto in D major, Opus 61).
Faith, maybe not reborn or rekindled but somewhat tempered.
There yet are reasons to stand.
Persevere.
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