A reflection on humanity...
My wife has a wiccan friend who has a yearly "YULETIDE" party in which she invites all friends and family of all different cultures and religions together in her home to celebrate humanity and the good that can come within humanity. She has a display of christmas trees( she has this one tree decorated with Peanuts figures that my wife would love to steal) and manoras and really tries to honor all relgious beliefs at this party BUT more over she enphasis in these parties how all these celebrations in one way or another is a celebration of hope and humanity's kindness and gentleness it can show and be.
Of course on her mind was the past events in Newtown and espeically that "speech" Wayne La Pierre (NRA dude) made.
So when she did her yearly reading of Yes, Virgina, there is a Santa Claus she changed the letter slightly.
Now every year she gathers all the children and we adults 9 times out of 10 gather to listen as she reads Virginia's letter and the response but as she looked at the scrap of paper (which is the originial newspaper her gandmother clipped out when she saw it in the newspaper.) her eyes filled with tears and she said quietly:
"Perhaps, in someway Dear little Virginia wasn't asking such a simple question about IF a magical creature like Santa Claus exsisted BUT if perhaps IF that what he embodied truly exsisted in such a world she lives in. It has been something I have been struggling with so many innocent deaths and so many so young I have been stuggling as to if I should bother reading it this year.
Last night as I slept I dreampt these words.
Dear Editor,
I am eight years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says "If you see it in the Sun it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia O'Hanlon.
115 W.95th St
Answer:
VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, my child, there is love and kindness and compasion and love in this world. Humanity does exists as certainly as it's persona of Santa Claus, Papa Noel, Father Christmas, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were hope and humanity. It would be as dreary as if there were no James, Keeleigh, Hannah, Scott, Seth. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in humanity! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might see humanity when you watch the news from day to day OR this Holiday season to catch humanity being ingrained into us, but even if they did not see humanity in the news or in the street, what would that prove? Nobody sees no one really sees humanity being thought about everyday it's actions come second nature to us all regardless of skin, religion, age or sex, but that is no sign that there is no humanity is gone. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, My Child, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Humanity! Thank nature it is in our hearts! It lives, and shall lives forever. In the simple act of rushing to the aid of another person who has fallen, It is a simple nod one person gives to another as they pass one another, It is there in grand jester of help without looking for the pat on the back for doing the good deed.
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to call it love?
