To the editor:
“It’s lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky, up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lie on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made, but I allowed they happened; I judged it would have took too long to make so many.”
– “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” by Mark Twain
Starstruck, I look up at Orion’s Belt, Betelgeuse, Sirius and swiftly falling streams of light and am no different than Huck Finn. Who made this world? Did it just happen?
Is this little planet truly no more than a mere speck in the ever-expanding universe; our beautiful blue globe with so many other colors offered by verdant jungles, kaleidoscopic seas, rubies, emeralds, Birds of Paradise, tiers of mountains and yellow fields dancing?
Once we have watched the night through binoculars or a telescope how can we think of Earth as anything other than our homeland? When we go to this level, won’t it help to drop the issues that divide us? Can we allow history to become what it fundamentally is, a story?
Instead of seeing the world in good guys and bad, couldn’t we allow that the sons of Abraham went in two directions, Isaac to lead his people in his father’s Jewish ways and Ishmael to lead the Arabs to Islam. Both men were success stories who built religions of lasting significance. Why not nod and let it go?
It is so commonplace to allow pettiness to take on huge proportions. I belong to a family that once split over an email; a church that divided over the purchase of a refrigerator. In my former town an interest group sued its neighbors over an art festival. Most recently, a new school was targeted by nay-sayers. Yikes! Look up. Find higher ground.