There is no scarcity.

There is abundance galore.

Cynicism, greed and division, rulers of all.

There is an overflow of love and peace that has been hijacked by a dark force. It pulls at our strings and untangles us whole. And, when we are on the floor, aching to blame, fretting and shivering, strings swept away by the wind, it will take our shriveled, motley finger and blame elsewhere.

Your neighbor, your coworker, your boss. The abuse you suffered and the loss. You’re to blame your lover and your child, or the stranger from another land looking for hope and finding shame.

And while we fight amongst ourselves, the planned coordinated fight, the event of a lifetime, a heavyweight bout, other mouths eat and laugh at our expense.

And while we point that finger at our neighbor’s face, laying on the ashen floor of a dead world, we will say, “we did it! we did it! we conquered fear and evil.” We will look around at ruins and scourge, wondering what happened in those moments of blind, irrational judgment. The cause of it all will be high on the mountain laughing amongst the gold that it stole, the prayers it misguided and swallowed whole, broken hearts decorating it’s core, all the treasures it took from our souls.

– A. Garcia