Brother Jonathan
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 8:59 pm
I’m going to start on a tangent, with the hope that it will eventually tie in to the thread’s topic …<br />
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Some years ago I was driving to work, in the middle lane of a three-lane(-per-side) freeway. A person came up to speed on an on-ramp and immediately proceeded into my lane, apparently unaware that my car was currently occupying that space. As the fast lane was clear, I swerved left, hoping that the other car wasn’t going to head there too. The driver must have seen my car try to evade, because he almost immediately went back into the slow lane. Once the adrenaline stopped flowing, I said out loud to myself “What in the …” followed by a blue streak of language unfit for man or beast. A glance (I don’t think that it was a glare) at the other car showed the driver focused on his own lane, gripping the steering wheel tightly, looking extremely mortified by what could have been — which was enough to pop my balloon of residual resentment.<br />
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If a near-miss of a car on a relatively empty freeway was sufficient to unnerve me to that extent, I can’t imagine what kind of emotional havoc near-misses of a week or two of artillery barrages might produce on people unused to such events. Even if there were people who did nothing but complain about free sandwiches as thanks for their evacuation, I’d be inclined to chalk such actions up as a process of emotional catharsis, as coming to grips with an up-close and graphic view of just what mortality really means, that most people in Western nations never experience. Please don’t think that they’re ungrateful for their evacuations; they’re just still highly distracted by what could have been a far less pleasant fate had they stayed put.<br />
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Personally, I am not at all offended by the e-mail, although I disagree with its author on at least one point: there are people that are Canadian <i>and</i> not Canadian simultaneously, both citizenships without hyphenation; I happen to be the husband of one such person, and the father of a second.<br />
Shatter your ideals upon the rock of Truth.
— The Divine Symphony, by Inayat Khan