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How many Adam Lanza's have lived here with us?
Just the name
Litterally, just the name "Adam Lanza"?
Was one here 100 years ago?
100 years ago, that Adam Lanza, he might have prayed and gone to church
Was one here 120 years ago?
120 years ago, that Adam Lanza would have had no running water
That Adam Lanza would have had no electricity
That Adam Lanza would have had to labor for his meals
In the sweep of all human life
The slaughter of the innocents
Is a tragically recurring theme
And it continues outside of our sight today
These other Adam Lanzas
The ones from the past
The ones from the time that we prayed
They at least did not slaughter the innocent children of their own tribe
Neither did the Adam Lanza of 2012
I love you Adam
Our Adam, the Adam of our day, did he see those children as of his tribe?
We know better than to ask that question.
These other Adam Lanzas
The ones from the past
The ones from the time that we prayed
They at least did not slaughter innocent children
Adam Lanza has slaughtered noone
Our bodies are various tubes of a sort
Our lungs are a closed loop
Our intenstines an open loop
Our life is like a tube
It has an opening
It stretches out through time
It has yet another opening
These tubes are the instruments, the woodwinds and flutes in Gods hands
I love you Adam
200 years ago they did not meditate
200 years ago, instead, they prayed
With no irrigation
They prayed for rain
With no furnaces or boilers
They prayed for the warmth of spring
With no engines, no real roads
They prayed for strength
With no supermarkets
They prayed for a good harvest
Surrounded by enemies
They prayed for peace
These days
In these sweet soft days innocent of those struggles
A few of us
We think we know better
We've felt what we are
We've seen through the subtle errors in the old scripture
We know where to look to find God
But the innocence of material shelter comes at a cost
Without the now confronting us
Without the need to hack out our lives from the chaos
Without the minute-by-minute resistance to physical death
We slip into a continual doze
No, we are not so innocent now, are we?
Just look around, just listen
No, we are quite sophisticated
These days
We don't pray
We meditate
Or we don't
I love you Adam
We are all Gods sock puppets
How can we possibly take responsibility?
We all create, we all imagine, our own world into existence
How can we possibly shirk responsibility?
Of what fiber is such a puppet woven?
One used as God's glove in such a horrid place
What type of strand is that?
Madness it would seem
Madness
I love you Adam
How much evil would it take to balance the life of even one innocent child?
100 years of greed and sloth and spiritual indolence perhaps?
No, hardly a drop in the bucket
It is an ancient rift that confronts us here
It is a rift that can never be mended
For once, for good, for certain and forever
Did Adam have a mothers love? ... I don't know
He lived sheltered by a wealthy nation
Maybe he even prayed ... do you know he didn't?
Maybe he even meditated ... do you know he didn't?
All the wealth of all nations ever is not worth the life of one single innocent
Only one thing is certain, and that was the denial of Gods love in those classrooms
Only one thing is certain, and that is that noone saw this coming, noone was aware
What kind of pain?
What kind of madness?
How much suffering?
Would it take to beat the metal of one of Gods exquisite instruments
Such that it could be tuned to the expression of such chaos and horror?
Ask not for whom that particular bell tolls
Be silent and look within instead
I love you Adam