Just as we sometimes forget that everyone who has ever lived has been a modern so we occasionally get so wrapped up in the events of the day we do not comprehend that ever generation has faced its own series of crises, be they political, social or financial, and every country feels the sway of human anger.
At times like these, which are innumerable, I begin to wonder at the conflicts of interest that create these crises and ask again why human beings find themselves so conflicted. I have come to the conclusion that we are easily brainwashed. That along with the ideas we imbibe as children comes the natural belief that if others do not accept our ideas then they must be wrong.
I always find myself thinking of Omar Khayyám as translated by Fitzgerald (and actually if you see others translations that are closer to the original Fitzgerald almost rewrote the poems). One stanza stands out at this juncture:
Ah Love, could thou and I with Fates conspire
To take this sorry scheme of things entire
Would not we shatter it to bits
Remould it nearer to the Heart’s desire.
Trouble is would my heart and those of all of you be in accord or just make each other weep?