Lots of angry rhetoric and grieving and unanswered questions and gloating and name-calling and labeling of entire groups of people still going on via social media- am I successfully making the point that people on both sides of this election are being uncharitable, selfish and not listening to each other?
I've lived through a few genuine life-changing tragedies and you probably have too. Do you remember the utter shock of discovering that everything in your personal world had changed and yet the physical world just went on about its business, as if you were the one point in the entire universe that was not moving while everything else just streamed past you?
Tomorrow can be a word of either despair or hope.
Macbeth soliloquizes: "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death."
But Annie sings: "Tomorrow, tomorrow, the sun will come out tomorrow... I love you tomorrow, you're only a day away."
Here was yesterday's tomorrow- sunrise
And so... to morrow.
In a topic completely unrelated to the election, I don't feel very good, and am heading to bed early. Nothing serious, but I need sleep.
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