This morning, it got suddenly very bright in the bedroom, then dark again. Half-asleep, in a state of near dreaming, I thought to myself that the sun had just gone nova and that the world was about to end.
The thought of death didn’t scare me. Instead it was a relief. After the nova, everything would be quiet and peaceful, and there’s nothing more appealing right now than quiet and peace. It’s not the protests that bother me as much as the reasons behind the protests, and all the other horrible things going on in the world, not the least of which is the festering boil in the White House.
I am awake now. The sun has not gone nova. We’re not all about to be wiped off the face of the earth. I don’t want myself or anyone else to die. But I do want quiet and peace. I want orderliness and cooperation. I want equality and fairness. I want a better world, one that not only isn’t on fire but doesn’t deserve to be.