In Half Light
These past few weeks have been dull for me – not dull as in boring, but dull as in unpolished, unsaturated, lusterless. I’m living my life in half light while fighting to douse a fire of rage consuming my spirit.
Since I was a child, I’ve owned a visceral abhorrence to injustice of any kind. It’s such a strong component of my marrow that I’ve never learned to detach myself and move away. When confronted with it, I find myself rooted, spellbound, looking upon it, not able to shift my gaze while I seethe, my stomach roiling.
Lately, I’ve been wondering about the rise of mediocrity in the world. For years, I’ve noticed the bent toward less and poorer education in our country’s schools. It always stood to reason, a population fixed in ignorance is easily led. Those few who have the wherewithal to receive a deeper education, sans any hint of a Socratic methodology, would rise to an elite status and herd the flocks of sheep.
I remember a few years ago, participating in a work-related conference about the future of the workplace in a brave, newly-imagined world rising above a fast-approaching horizon, hearing a city official declaim against encouraging students to strive for college admissions and declaring a need for more technical schools, since “everybody’s gon’ always need a plumber.”
Today, the “plumber” speaks to the masses in the marketplace and the myriad town squares.
We have relegated generations of children to a lifetime of ignorance and banality.
My world is small and circumspect, but if one cannot see the world in a grain of sand, one has no sight; and what I see is that the second rate has throttled excellence and ground it into the mud where fewer and fewer can glimpse its luster.
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