On the Western Side of the Slope, morning always comes a bit later. The sun doesn't really feel like it exists, let alone will dominate the day like it will, until 9:26ish. So, why get out of bed before then?
After all, we already know that the End of the World is coming, and since no one else seems to care (amongst those who make decisions -- the true hallmark of a human, the "Deciders" are those who exercise their free will, seemingly to the detriment of even themselves), then there is no thing a simple human being like me can do to arrest or stop the demise of the planet, so we truly are YOLOing it back into infinity.
Sometimes it sucks being on yet another recycling planet during its more destructive phases of its cycle of existence. But, Ms. Kempton, I came to talk about Ms. Kempton, aka The Third Grade Teacher. The one that taught me the "First Real Secret of Life" when she confirmed that the world lies about the simplest things if it will suit its agenda. And, sometimes, agendas are not those we script but the one of the confluence of energies that happen to coalesce in a space and time with a vibration to even portend to manifest into something real that isn't in that cycle of destruction of the revolution but seeded in the construction of the creation of that which comes when the dust settles. How many nuclear weapons are we talking about exactly?
Right. Mrs. Kempton, was the one that gave me the fear of nuclear weapons during one of those drills. You remember them, where you KNEW your desk would protect you from a nuclear mushroom cloud that killed how many human beings? Usually, as she had done the same drill every three of four months for however long she was an elementary teacher, Ms. Kempton was always posed and stern when the alarms went off, "just in case it wasn't just another drill," but not that day. Something had shook her to her very core and she was really scared. So was I. But we lived through it, it was just another drill.
Come to find out she was scared about something completely unrelated to the Russians or any nuclear weapon, but those are the kinds of things you find out after you go to a class reunion or catch up with classmates after all these years. But, like many people of my generation, my fear of nuclear weapons is still real.
Until recently, it was such a huge problem we did not even know how to solve it. But, today, there is actually a plan to solve the threat of nuclear weapons, for our children we can do it. Or not. We choose. You choose. If you do not, don't worry,The Deciders will continue doing the choosing.
