At the community park was a girl with whom something was identifiably different. She played easily with unrelated younger kids and looked to be what used to be called “learning disabled”. Who knows what the (largely) junk-science field of Psychology would label her these days, but no doubt something difficult to pronounce and requiring some array of pharmaceutical measures. She would procure empty cups from the trash so the children could make their mud pies. Trash-digging was something socially verboten in my childhood, and I saw pariahs made thusly many times.
I chatted with her grandmother, who as it turns out was her custodian since her mother wanted no part of her care taking. We discussed dogs, as our little guy was with us and despite his standoffish nature (common with rescues) he draws a lot of interest.
What I noticed was the girl was exceptionally sweet and harbored no hint of meanness. But functionally, when she grows up she would be lucky to land a job bagging groceries or perhaps working in the casherial arts if she excels. Certainly, society has written her off already and she can look forward to her peers incessantly driving that point home for a long time to come. The carefree play took on a melancholy meaning knowing this.
Contrast her with a multi-millionaire relative of mine (by marriage). She is personally vile, but strong in society by virtue of being born to Moneyish family, though she would claim to be self-made and one is a lazy idiot if they haven’t achieved at least an MBA. She knows on some level that her appeal to others is not in her endearing personality or movie-star good looks (both which which she sorely lacks) but in something else. Needless to say, she is never satisfied and is well on track to die unfulfilled. If the trials of the ancient Egyptian afterlife are true, her heart will be as dense as the depleted uranium munitions with which we poison and obliterate life.
I got to thinking, what if in some dimension, time-line or iteration of reality there is a benevolent group that holds the most caring and gentle members as the most valuable. Not as marks, rubes or prey. Not as cattle, herds or charges. Not for harvesting, taking advantage of or as a source of amusement. Why if not, then this is all a mistake.
But, as some correctly point out there are finite material resources and since the first two primordial amoeba touched each other there has always been mortal conflict (or at least since original sin if some are to be humored). I know, because I was the biggest amateur social Darwinist of all at one point. As part of my growth, I deemed it necessary to break certain cycles. To ask my soul: Why are you bound? Reality is but perceptions and if I play a part in wanton destruction then I am guilty. I shall no longer bear that burden. I will no longer accept and justify that my energy waves propagate a cycle of negativity.
We have clues from all around that the great change is upon us. Not from space or invisible sky friends, but from within us individually. Because we are right proper tired of it.