In your quest for a life without adversity, let alone suffering, you demand it. If I promise it to you, you might adore me.
Once, I brought you roses, and I removed the thorns. You missed the love in the gesture – you cheered the forever ‘discovery’. Since then, I bring you roses, and never remove the thorns. You are mad at me.
Gobsmacked, I whispered: “Some ideas are so wrong that only a very intelligent person could believe in them.”[Orwell]
A friend came to me with tears in her eyes. She spoke quietly, very slowly trying to keep her cool: “Louise and Jane, are wealthy. Good for them! Each one lives in beautiful large homes with large designer gardens. Both are retired. Both want to start a community garden, at some street corner within their suburb. Why haven’t they started yet? They’ve just applied for a government grant for the community garden. I live in a small flat, and I’m still paying my mortgage. I also spend on a high tax. My high tax funds for the community garden of the two financially comfortable ladies to keep them occupied in their retired age – it’s environmentally sound. I could pay my mortgage faster, had I been able to pay less tax.
Call it justice. Isn’t this just taking from those working, unable yet to retire and distributing the money to those who can afford to retire?”
Gobsmacked, I whispered: “Some ideas are so wrong that only a very intelligent person could believe in them.” [Orwell]
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