Freedom, Independence and Good Humor
I got a note from the carrier with my newspaper this morning. One sentence near the bottom read: "Cut on perforated line:"
But there was no "perforated" line. There was a short line of dashes that could (by stretching my imagination) be interpreted as a perforated line. And there were two of them.
Had I taken the instructions literally my head would probably still be spinning with the conundrum. But thankfully, my imagination stepped in... so I understood what was meant.
We all make these simple leaps of comprehension. Every day. Millions of times. With nary a second inkling to the huge ramifications thus wrought. .
Due to this seemingly innate human ability, traffic on the highways and byways of life sorta flows smoothly along. Until, that is, we hit a bump... which too often begins with something like...
Immediately thereafter, all hell breaks loose.
Amongst ourselves, with "we" being the entire human population, we accomplish this great feat of (?semi-) consciousness billions and billions of times each day. It's become so routine, it's "second nature." But is it a compulsory fact of life?
Is it something we "must" as a specie endure, or are we capable to create life without it? And if blissful understanding is our pre-ordained destiny by either Godly will or self-directed choice, how do we make it real?
Over the decades I have formed a personal opinion on this subject, the gist of which goes like this....
"For life to be like a lovers' stroll on an endless, pristine, sun-dazzled beach... we've all got to polish our own unique grain of sand. "
When a person labels something with the words "perforated line," it should be exactly that. And not because I'm an anal-retentive, control mongering, domineering female dog... but because we ALL deserve to be honored with this small measure of mutual respect.
We deserve to be able to take life at face value. We deserve to be engaged in relationships built on openness, integrity and reciprocal trust. We deserve to live a sensible life in a world of plenitude, and -- in my humble opinion -- the way we get there from here is to make sure that everything we touch makes sense; word for word.
Especially when it comes to the themes so rampantly touted each annual Independence Day, involving the implementation of such things as liberty, justice, freedom for all and living a life of good humor and peace.