There is nothing left to say

There is nothing left to say, new to say, useful to say, about police killing blacks, about the terrible president, about the sociopathic Republican party. See the obvious truth of that – everything’s been said billions of times – then apply logic. Countless serious thinkers talking and writing fail. Protests fail. Riots fail. Laws fail. Remedial education fails. Mass enlightenment fails. Decent individuals’ caring hearts fail. Adults fail. The logic says there is nothing that the big world can do, or all the little worlds. Nothing. What is left? The individual. The individual at the beginning. Children. Children who don’t grow up starved and bent, angry and lost, who aren’t robbed of their childhood, becoming empty adults who cover up their past then live from their buried self. There is no other answer. You can’t train adults to care when young they were invisible. You can’t inspire their anger away when anger is the only force that makes them feel alive, feel like a person. The world of people thinks big books, big ideas, art, wide culture, beautiful speeches have meaning. They have none. They move no one beyond a moment or two of inspired sensation. Meaning comes from one’s internal engine, formed in the past. It is feeling that lived, or suffocated.