LIKE A CLEAR SKY

The older I get the more it occurs to me, as beneath a clearing sky, that like liberals, conservatives are necessary, indeed essential; indeedier, both are fundamental to the inevitable political discourse that must follow the first yearnings of breath itself, given the transcendant facts of day and night, hot and cold, male and female (not necessarily in that respective order) and that the result of this eternal juxtaposition will be, as with all cosmic elements, as it has ever been: a mean agreement of opposing forces, as for example with the weather, which also remains unpredictable and subject to interpretation even in its reality; and as appropriately, out of our subjective hands.

It should come as no surprise therefore that there will always be contention in these regards, always disagreement, always polarity, the ultimate result being at times a cold that makes some unhappy, followed by a warmth that makes others uncomfortable.

The karmic point of this short and humble essay is the thrust that we respect each other for the weather we produce together, a phenomenon that plants understood long before we came to be. Let us, like the plants, move on in our congruously disparate harmony, to the season that awaits. Let us acknowledge that we are all in our weather together. Let us work to plant our seed and roof our houses, in appreciation of what we continuously achieve.