Everything we are comes through our senses. The brain seems to enhance those perceptions until we are aware that we are more, that there is an intuition or revelation adding something intangible that becomes the essence of our individual lives. It is here, deep within, our soul, where we can appreciate the wonder and the beauty of life.
But modern life has short circuited the rhythms of the natural environment. Man has become captive to his own electronic inventions. We are literally wired, frazzled. There is a new reality, and it has nothing to do with the soft tranquil rhythms of nature.
One can appreciate, while traveling the back roads of Western Nebraska and Kansas, that something has been lost; the Americans forged by a great continent, the harsh, soothing demands of nature are no more. Possibly, there will be no more Lincoln’s, Roosevelts, or Truman’s. It is overwhelming imagining the many toils, sufferings, and accomplishments of our predecessors. We owe them so much.
Maybe the essence of life never changes, the beauty and utility of it, the harsh reality of existence, the work and pain. None of us escapes our own existence, the struggle, the defeats, the triumphs, the joys, and the suffering.
Maybe just living, in any era or circumstance, the quiet courage it takes from each individual, gives rise to that intangible essence, that intuitive revelation that produces great men and women. That produces a quite peace, an overwhelming appreciation of all things.
We can know that the media overwhelms us.
We must break free.
Legal censure is not the way, moral censure is.
We become what we allow to influence us, we become what we allow to dominate our minds.
Each of us is always free to choose. Censure begins with ourselves. We are made or unmade by our choices.