Yes, the Ever-lasting contrast. Since existence has known, the 'fight' between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good. My fav. contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much – the battle between good & bad never ends… Here we ponder on the tragedy of Dylan Klebold.
Sweet Sue spent the Friday before her son’s birthday speaking to students at Duke University in Durham, North Carolina. It’s especially brave of her to share her story with others so close to what must be a particularly painful time of year – though at the same time, it likely brings her comfort, meaning and purpose.
She perseveres even around the nearness of her son’s birthday for what she does is every bit a gift of love bestowed for her son as she passes their message on to others. ❤
I can just see him.. alone in his bedroom, late into the night. His red shuttered windows opened wide as a soft, warm breeze of night time gently wafts in. There is the sound of crickets and other wild life off in the distance. His outside view is majestic, primal and untamed. A beautiful sight for those who can still see and appreciate not for those who have already seen many times and have long since taken for granted. The jagged outline of pine trees and ancient pink canyons are now a looming onyx. They jut upward to the horizon in a competing, stark, contrast to the pitch blackness of the midnight sky. Every star is a distinct pinpoint, magically pulsating and twinkling.in silent reverie.
The flick of his Zippo cuts the silence, and the flame flicks forth in contrast to the darkness of his room, casting a small warm glow. His long, dexterous fingers light the wick of one, lone, white candle before him.
He takes a swing of his flask and settles down onto the floor. The liquid burns the back of his throat. It blooms and glows a soothing warm throughout his body, numbing the pervasive sadness.
Only a soft repetitive beat and melody plays in the background from his stereo speakers like a constant, hypnotic mantra. The volume turned down several notches in the wee hours of the night as his parents’ slumber unaware.
He leans back against his window seat and focuses on the flame as it dances, casting shadows on the wall. The Ponderer’s restless, heavy mind, with its constant flurry of thoughts, begins to finally still, to drift into a quiet state of a reprieve as his tired, blue eyes stare at the rhythmic dance of the candle’s flame, and thoughts begin to singularly focus on his wishes, his dreams..his true love, his heart’s desire. He basks in the visions of pure happiness that come. Normally fleeting glimpses, they are crystal clear now.
His voice speaks soft and low, interrupting the silence with intent. An invocation to the universe..if per chance it was in fact, listening.
“The candle burns....,”
He waves his finger tips over the billowing vapor hovering just about the flame…
…he glances up and focuses his gaze off into the distances at the vast, dark heavens with its infinite bespeckled stars.
he continues in a murmur.
“The stars set the mood……”
A gentle, warm September breeze gently gusts in through the window shutters causing the candle to flicker as if in response to his words.. causing it to nearly blow out.
He purses his lips and slowly blows on the flame teasingly, until..at last.. the flame is over powered and sputters out.
A billowing, white, wisp of smoke curls.up into the air before him.. The acrid scent filling his nostrils.
“the smoke fills the room”
…it spirals upward…ascending higher… out the window..on to the wind…
“the hope is sent thru infinite places…..
..carrying his prayers like a message in a bottle…
all of purity….”
…. up, into the endless starlit sky.
Another year has passed, and another candle lit in memory of all the hope and possibility that you once were, that which you became, and all that you now are.
The hope is sent thru infinite places, all of purity…to you.
Happy 36th Birthday, Dylan. With much ❤
In some other life… We are standing side by side and Laughing that, in Some other life …we are apart.
Thoughts are with you on this day.. and what would have been your 37th year down here.
Hey yourself! You know it’s funny as I was literally just thinking about this last evening. (That happens on my blog a lot btw) I was wondering what the theme was going to be this season. So, thanks for filling in the blanks without me having to google it. haha! Hmm..well, Murder House was my fav and Coven was not one of my top favs so maybe it’ll make for a somewhat interesting combo. Then again,I feel like things are kind of on the stale side if the creators have to resort to previous years themes rather than coming up with something completely new and refreshing. And isn’t Jessica Lange back again? Idk. Seems like they’re painting themselves into a corner. I mean, I know that the universe is all supposed to be somewhat related but this is kinda ridiculous…
I’m so sorry for my late reply to your lovely message. 🙂 Thank you so much for the gushing about lil’ old me and my blog! *blushes* Happy to be following you back. You have yourself a great weekend! ❤
Yes, I’d say it’s a given that it has everything to do with why they split up. The two were opposites that complimented one another in their marriage. There were probably many things they differed on in their marriage all along but those were small enough things and so they were able to unite and compensate successfully between them in healthy ways for many years. Then when the tragedy occurred, with the loss of their son (and the atrociously, perverse, manner he was lost disgracefully), their vastly different styles of coping and processing the devastating loss was like aftershock earthquake cracks in the surface of their marriage. The chasm of difference was too substantial between them to be repaired. Sue craved connecting and talking about things and sharing her grief and pain with others while Tom went inward and was resentful that his wife wanted to express their personal suffering with mere strangers. It was unhealthy and stressful for both of their personality types. After many years, both were fed up and had grown into two vastly different people that could no longer make it work as a husband and wife team.
Yep, he has quite a bit and that’s a great question. But I do know that last September 2017, Randy spent 7 weeks in the hospital for a very serious blood clot, surgery, and kidney issues. And it took him several months to recover. So, I’m sure that has everything to do with the delay. I am very, very, very much interested in what he has to say. He is very active and passionate in recent months discussing school shootings and the gun control issue and he is still just as angry about everything 19 years on. He has a great deal to say and contribute to speaking truths on this subject. …Especially considering that we’re now up against the Evil Cullen Empire ™ with his new Parkland book propaganda.
“so i wait 5 more days. 5 more days. 5 eternitys. & i know he & i are conceived from ourselves & each other. every night of the self-awareness journey, every thought we conceived, we have finished the race. everything we knew, we were able to understand it, to perceive it, into what we should, everything we knew, we know & use. an understanding of the everything.”
To prevent bullying, you have to transform the entire school culture from the inside out.
Bullying is an infinite cycle of reaction Zero tolerance programs have one agenda: bullies must be punished. But the kid who just spit in someone’s face is the same kid who got beat up three days ago for being gay. The kid who called someone fat five minutes ago is the same kid the star football player forced to push a penny across the bathroom floor with his nose. And the girl who pulled another student to the ground by her hair is the same student whose art project was vandalized last week. If those incidents continue, one of those students might become the next school shooter.
Bullying is an infinite cycle where students are reacting to circumstances in their life, sometimes from school and sometimes from home. You’ll find nearly everyone to be a “bully” depending on where you drop in on the cycle.
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The Everlasting Contrast 