Not quite full, the moon is large enough, close enough
and high enough in the sky over St. Andrews Bay and my front yard to lighten
the path from porch door down steps to the newspaper and return. The lawn looks
beautiful in the moonlight. By day it’s all weeds and clover and spiders and fire-ants like my certitudinous
soul, but the lawn service folks keep it trimmed and neat, truth concealed. Those bright red-orange
lilies I’ve been after with the string trimmer won’t give up: we may just have
to watch them do their thing again. They are lovely but spread thick and out of
control, they block the sprinkler system from doing its thing, they enable horrendous growth of tall weeds
throughout them. With lilies that blaze like the fires of Hell, Mother Nature is insidious, of this I am certain.
My contempt for certainties constantly puts ill at ease my
certainty that certainty is the ultimate evil, the greatest of all sins. In
Sudan a judge condemns to death by hanging, for apostasy, a 28 year old woman
who is eight months pregnant. In the absence of her Muslim father she was
raised Christian by her Christian mother and is married to a Christian man. The
judge rules that, her father being Muslim, she is Muslim who converted to Christianity
and therefore apostate, deserving death. Not unlike Christians of the Inquisition. And a statistic this week saying that 26% of the world population are anti-semitic. My certainty is that of all certainties, religious certainty is the most evil force on the face of the earth,
valuing, as it does, its own certainty above precious human life.
Among self-certain Christians, at least for the moment,
the Pat Robertsons and the Ken Hams are squabbling about the age of the earth. While
the state of Arkansas stirs the political religion porridge of same sex
marriage. And the cow jumps over the moon in its politically correct fervor to
punish politically incorrect Donald Sterling while the First Amendment hides in
the closet too red faced to speak up and defend a racist as the pot calls the kettle – what? While Sterling's sin may be the racism of his mouth, his crime is that he is hideously repulsive and the company he keeps is damnably abominable.
My certainty is there is no more place on earth for
arsonists who set California fires causing millions of dollars damage and at
least one charred human body in the rubble of destroyed homes, than for Dzhokhar
Tsarnaev who bombed the Boston Marathon. My certainty
is that as well as fining General Motors 35 million dollars for criminal acts in covering up automobile defects
that caused deaths, responsible corporate officials should be put on trial
in the shadow of the gallows. I had condemned Toyota for their treachery and
trusted GM, unaware of theirs. My certainty is that earth has too little
breathing air to share with Aaron Hernandez, former Gator football
star who’s callously murdered three innocent human beings. My
certainties extend to those who cause death and injury to innocent people by
driving while texting, driving drunk, owning animals that kill or maim
children. My dark soul emerging from shadows to explode in certitudinous fury, ignited by
opening this morning’s news from Sudan before blogging some inane piety.
Certainly, this will never be posted. And if so, certain
to be deleted in shame before the light of day.
W no cross only self-horror, shame, political incorrectness and singularly self-damning certainty