Benghazi and the Words We Cannot Hear
Softly, they float down through the ether channels of
technology and fasten themselves onto our ears. They warm and flutter in their
seeking of obsequiousness, obliterating, and diverting our attention from the
obvious.
Repetition, repetition, is truth, attention diverted
is absorption, as our innermost addiction for pleasure of the now
rejects these soft words that come into our lives nonstop. How sweetly, now
urgently my fingers find the small keys to my life in cyberspace.
Tell me; tell me, these words of comfort and safety,
of goodness and righteousness and programs of Peace. When the words have
meaning we know
We keep right on with our own small mindless games. We know
do we not when the words we hear have meaning don’t we, for the players tell us
they are the Truth.
Reiteration, the oration, the uplifting resonance of
the Voice. The sounds falling on our minds ears tell us without doubt we hear
our hearts desire of the Goodness of our Place, in the tiny instruments of our
selves with our fingers busily pecking away the Real in front of our eyes and
ears….
The Words, The Words, do we want to hear the meanings
of nothing which is contained in them. How can words have no meaning, How can
thoughts have no connection, How can voices have no Truth… it can only happen
when the small flutterings melt like wax, shut down our brains, to the lights
of gunfire.
