Bounty, The Quicker Picker Upper, but sometimes just messy

(brainstorm)
What is at the core of all that ails us in this world? What is so hard about simply being kind and treating each other with dignity and respect?  Agree that I do not have to be more right than you, nor you me, and where we have differences we agree to disagree?  I read an article about how a 78 year old Argentine Catholic Pope can be open to bringing gays and divorcees back into the fold and in the next article a 12 year old middle school cheerleader boy kills himself because words like faggot and homo can still cut deeper than any knife.

Because...one belief goes like this:  I don't like what you do or how you do it or how you say it so instead of ignoring or tolerating you, the solution is I harm you, hurt you, kill you so that you no not to I don't have to be be subjected; don't have to be peaceful; don't have to be what you would like.  Catch-22.  One view of utopia is for all to be willing to come to the table and know that they will compromise something; must give and take for all to exist...that in its very design creates the over-arching pressure of being forced to change, not to be as one might otherwise naturally wish to be--or a central belief that one is being asked not to practice or have.  Lose-Lose...

And this isn't just on a global scale--country to country.  I'm an American in an America where one half of the populous can't come to consensus with the other half about any major political issue and so we muddle through making each other miserable while patting ourselves on the back about how wonderful we are and how fortune to have the freedom to disagree to such a degree that we have devolved... 

And then there is the brightness of beauty, intentions so pure of purpose; selfless acts that make me believe that we can all coexist.  When this happens on a large scale with thousands or millions involved it is fleeting.  I have never seen it sustained, whether that's from the outpouring of aid right after a natural disaster or a candlelight vigil for a boy of 12 whose light was to cheer and bring joy to others.  I don't want to see children die by their own hand because of twisted words that break their soul, nor do I want to see them die by the dismissive wave of a gun, in the withholding of medicine to disease because greed grants bonuses and giveaways have an allowable/acceptable amount where we call it corporate charity.  It also has a bottom line where profit margins mar moral mapping.  Sometimes.   Remember there are no absolutes...really.  The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation is ending polio around the world and that is amazing.  There are those in the billionaire world who understand that they will never want for anything and while not their responsibility to carry the masses of others, that they must do more than sit back and count the exponential growth of their assets.

I became so disillusioned and drowned many years ago.  Some would argue that I was never really resuscitated and I'm still drowning while I have never felt more capable of treading water in the ocean than ever before.  I know when to rest.  I know when to kick like everything depends on it; and I've simply chosen to use that much energy ultimately in hope; helping people; healing in process.  (Being hurt by those that I would allow to be close enough to cause wounds.  I have learned how to take a punch more than just physically.)

So maybe this spurt of words will continue... Maybe