The extent to which rage has become a common ingredient in politics (and spilling over into everyday life) is uncanny. It’s well documented how anger eats at your mind, your body, your very soul, and yet so much rhetoric is expended building rage.
Spend a few minutes reviewing the words of the average practicing politician of any stripe, and you will either find an angry man or woman, or you will hear words intended to make you angry.
Imagine if our chief export was peace.
Imagine if all the energy people channel into their rage was instead applied to love and mercy and trying to understand.
Imagine if, instead of expending fury, we fought just as hard to love our neighbors and smile on a brother.
In the end, the battle belongs to love. The ultimate triumph goes not to the one who shouted the loudest, whose hate was fiercest, whose arms were most powerful. No, victory belongs to the one who spoke most gently, whose love was most unshakable, and whose arms reached out in support.
Rage, a cousin of fear, is a disease that seeks to burn all in its path. Love will hold up the universe if need be.
I’ve bought my share of old books through the years, but there’s only one book that I’ve “made” old through constant reuse and rereading: The Great Comic Book Heroes by Jules Feiffer.
It’s battered and beaten by now – the spine is torn, the jacket is long gone and the cover is scratched from being used as a desktop as teenaged me sat on my bed writing songs and poems and comics of my own. It’s a first printing. Not very valuable in this condition? Wrong: It’s priceless. Not for sale.
Continue reading “The first great comic book book”
Some of the interaction after I posted my review of the movie Shazam! on a Captain Marvel Facebook group led me to repeating that I really enjoyed the movie. So, when I wrote the review, why did I focus on the couple of things that bugged me?
Here are 10 things I loved about the film. (Again, if you haven’t seen the movie and hate spoilers, we may have an awkward moment if you keep reading.) Continue reading “10 things I loved about Shazam!”
(Caution: This review contains mild spoilers for the film now playing at your local multiplex.)
Red was able to verbalize the problem with Shazam! better than I could, and it’s not what you might think. Continue reading “W.B. at the Movies: Shazam!”
People are praised for thinking outside of the box and encouraged to do that as much as they can, and I think I’ve figured out why getting out of the box is so important, but I don’t know if I know how to explain it. Or maybe I already have explained it just fine, or it’s so obvious that people are hearing me explain and saying, “Duh. Tell me something I don’t know. Tell me something I need to know.”
But this is important, and we all need to know it: There is no box. Continue reading “From ‘outside the box’ to ‘What box?’”
Reaching for the stars seems so clear and easy in the quiet of the night. And then comes daybreak and the noises begin. And the distractions. And, by midday, the chaos.
And as the day simpers to a close, what was it you were going to do today, anyway? Oh, yeah: Reach for the stars.
Oh well, tomorrow.
But then tomorrow becomes a copy-and-paste of today.
But if you do one little thing that seemed so clear in the quiet of night –
if you take one small step every day –
if you create for just long enough to leave a mark –
60 minutes, 30 minutes, 5 minutes, whatever you can spare –
if you do one little thing a day, then in a month you will have 30 little things, and in a year you have 365 (and 366 if you leap)
– and it’s not such a little thing anymore.
Surely you have 5 minutes a day. Start reaching.
Found in, of all places, a 100-year-old poetry textbook:
Nothing gives a man more happiness than the expression of that which is best in himself. Nothing, to speak colloquially, is more fun than being good.
Let a man once get a good strong taste of any particular virtue and know what it is like to practice it and the chances are that he will enjoy it so much that Satan will have little power over him with the opposite vice. That man will have to be tempted in another way.
When a rich man gives away large parts of his fortune in philanthropics of one kind or another, he is enjoying the virtue of generosity. When a man who could earn an excellent living in business continues to preach and teach at a low wage, he is enjoying his self-abnegation.
The virtue which we have tried, the virtue in which we believe, that alone will content us. And it is only the person who has never made a fair trial of “being good” in one way or another, who does not like it.
To be sure it is not always easy to be good in a world where goodness does not altogether control the popular imagination and where it is not always understood. But that fact makes it the more interesting.
— Marguerite Wilkinson