I have not done a post in forever because I decided to go “underground” and put all of my attention on the production of a viable catalog of my work, singling out quantity of works available as the strategic action needed at this time. To that end, I have some things in the pipeline that are about to come popping off, which is most exciting to me. Its what I live for, I suppose, though in truth, I actually live for a whole lot more.

Blogging is strenuous I have found and personally I have very little interest in it. My interest seems to be talking about myself, and my inner monologues which is probably pretty boring to the world at large and incredibly inconsiderate of me in general. I mean, making people sit through all this journaling and public diary writing? It’s just bad taste, and so, I stopped blogging. I did not want to be That Guy who can only talk about his writing, because the problem is, I can only talk about my writing.

So, I am not going to talk about my writing today. I am going to talk about Martin Luther King and the movie Selma. I didn’t know anything about Selma and I didn’t know much about MLK. One of the reasons I wanted to see the film was because I didn’t know much about the man. I knew of his famous speeches, of course. The movie is exceptional, but what captured me was the basis of his movement: nonviolence.

I did not know what nonviolence was before I saw this movie. I did not know nonviolence was anything. I believed in violence, an eye for an eye and all that. I believed that one should fight back. I still do believe in fighting back, I simply did not understand how one can fight back with nonviolence.

I watched Gandhi last night because MLK’s movement was based on Gandhi’s movement. I watched a three hour movie about a man who won his country’s independence by turning the other cheek. I watched a man refuse to take up arms and make a statement that spoke louder than any gunshot or bomb or grave. I did not believe you could do this, to become a symbol of peace and freedom so powerful that governments can only concede to the demand, that people must sit up and take notice, that a whole culture can change.

Nonviolence. How could doing nothing, do so much? And yet, it is not nothing. It is everything.

I am reminded of the famous photo of a man in china stopping a tank by standing in front of it.

Yes, people die when they practice nonviolence, but it is nothing compared to the bloodshed of war, of always fighting, of taking up arms forever.

This is the way of the healer, the teacher, the leader, the saint. This is the way out of oppression and Hell and endless war. And it works because we all have one thing in common: our humanity.

This tells me there is hope for this world.

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