The infinitesimal can instigate change

Not a breath of wind. A slight touch of chill in the air. Blue, blue skies. Just past sunrise.

Hair still wet after a dawn surf.

I feel incredibly blessed and lucky. I am surrounded by so much beauty and live in peace in a country that has enabled human dignity so far.

I am not religious. For the most part, I find religion a costume party run by men. And I am tired of things run by men, even men in dresses.

I thought Pope Francis was a good man. I liked that he focused foremost on those who had nothing. I liked his humility. I liked that he spoke up for Palestine. And for the climate. I am sorry he is gone. I hope they elect someone of similar humility, for the world does not need another arrogant, entitled brat in the halls of power. 

History teaches us that the infinitesimal can instigate change. The trimtab. In the last hours of his life, the Pope briefly met a bigoted misogynist racist who loathes immigrants. Perhaps, just perhaps, some of the Pope’s spirit penetrated the shield of arrogance. I suspect the Pope was hoping for that as well. At the least, for an increase in compassion from a human who struggles to find compassion for the disenfranchised and dispossessed.

I am not holding my breath. Yet stranger things have happened.

Photo April 21st 2025, Article written April 22nd 2025