No Matter What

I know in my heart of hearts that we are all one,

Children of a billion suns, who are children of the suns before,

Who are children of the first suns at the very beginning of time

And that we are blessed, every single one.

No matter what.

That we all have a job to do, a role to play –

Like Karma is like a cosmic agent that has character actors for hire,

Poor players who strut and fret upon the stage,

And that no matter how awful, how disgusting,

How deplorable, how unconscionable their acting,

They are performing a service to Time and Space and the Gods That Are.

Not that there won’t be consequences.

Some of them are really loving their roles.

A lot.

Too much.

Getting off on the pain their power can inflict.

We aren’t allowed to Judge them.

It hurts that we can’t Judge them.

Part of me wants delivery of swift and terrible justice yesterday.

Part of me keeps saying, “Thank you for exposing this horrifying and systemic corruption so thoroughly.”

Part of me keeps saying, “Thank you for the reminder that there are still so many terrified, broken, hateful people out there.”

Because hate and racism and misogyny and religious fanaticism come from pain.

Don’t pity them, no no.

They have chosen fear any time they have had a choice.

Forgive them with the razor sharp sword of the Archangel Michael.

Vote.

And never stop, even when we have reclaimed this nation from hate,

Because hate never, ever sleeps.