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Sunday, July 24, 2005

too muscular to be a weasel, and too sleek a coat to be a stoat. polecat at dawn.

been hanging out with the puffins, the hedgehogs, deer, gannets and the fulmars, of the Far North of this inspirational island.

and learning about fish, oil, and heroin, from those great teachers: the people who transport the hitchers around.

And had an amazing and surprising conversation with a very humble Mid-Western American Christian.

Edinburgh's quiet now all the G8 crowd have gone.
Been thinking about some of the people I met, the Palistinian guy who'd been hit by a police baton, the pretty girl from Afghanistan, the police from London, from East Anglia, from Yorkshire, the friendly Basque guy dressed as a 12foot beaked devil, the eco feminists, the live8pilgrims, the journalists, the anarchists, the clowns, the communists, the people from London travelling home to their bombed city, and so many local people who found themselves on the world stage for a few days, and decided to see if anyone actually wanted to listen to what they had to say. And so many people who had no idea what they really wanted to say, but wanted to show up to show that they care.

Been thinking a lot about how can we live in this world these days when the bombs are getting too close for them to be easy to ignore anymore? Is it too late to start caring about the shocking imbalances of the world? The pressure that has built up along the fault lines?
How did we let it become so unequally stacked?

Does anyone really have any hope?

"If the oppressors kill/hate the oppressed, we all lose. If the oppressed kill/hate the oppressors, we all lose."
-T

But life goes on as normal, and the sun is shining.

"There comes a time, when silence is betrayal."
-Martin Luther King Jr.

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