“Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.”

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   “Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.”

“The Sound of Silence.”  I loved that song Simon & Garfunkel once sang together. It says so much about people and their need for introspection. That need for space to think and breathe.

There’s something special about being in that solitary space—alone in the darkness with your thoughts—where you can listen to your mind speak to you, where you can know what you really think. A place where you can evaluate and ponder and dream.

That’s pretty much what it feels like to be a writer. In the silence, a single thought flashes through your mind and you build a whole world, maybe even a universe around it.

It can’t be only writers who do that.

Others must silently ask important questions. Who are we? What do we stand for? Why are we here?

Or are we too busy taking selfies, reflecting images of our own empty faces, showing off our newest clothes, drooling over all the glitter of the celebrities around us, that we don’t bother to question our own lives or anything real any longer?

Do we only live vicariously in others, in their dreams?

Doesn’t that make you sad? It makes me very sad because our world of reason, caring, learning is being slowly deconstructed right under our noses. We can no longer hear our inner voice—the voice that brings understanding about life and its meaning.

            Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.

Today I see a new kind of darkness, one where we don’t learn and pass on inner wisdom. Instead, it’s a kind of darkness filled with ignorance and fear.

Middle Ages-like-darkness.

A darkness where we’re so suspicious of people we have to carry guns. The kind of darkness that screams hatred of others—black, yellow, red, brown green, purple—anyone different than ourselves.

That kind of darkness is not my friend, and it’s not yours either.

In this current political turmoil, instead of finding substance, we find politicians vying strictly for attention and entertainment—not leadership. You know, the ones who make us laugh so we look at them and their empty thoughts.

We used to look to our future leaders for protection and honesty—now we get lies that are not challenged. By the time the truth surfaces, we’ve moved on to other lies—and on and on to the next sound bite of false information. And in this same treacherous loop, the news is no longer a bastion of responsible information, instead it passes on all those lies, along with the titillation we crave. We have become junkies, hooked on entertainment, hooked on buzz—not wisdom.

Whenever it was that we stopped paying attention to the real world, that’s when it became a place devoted to greed—greed that ravishes our deep inner desire for everything worth living for—our families, our homes, our friends, our land.

And now, all around us there are:

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never share…

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“Ambition, greed, hypocrisy—and murder. Bette and JJ Lamb have taken the battle over medical care and fashioned a droll, lightning-paced political thriller with more plot twists than Washington has scoundrels. I thought of the great Ross Thomas as I hummed through the pages. Prepare to laugh–and get ripping mad.”
David Corbett–Writer & Teacher

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http://www.amazon.com/Killing-Vote-Bette-Golden-Lamb-ebook/dp/B014Z5YMKY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1441906697&sr=1-1&keywords=the+killing+vote

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