Seeing the light can make you sun blind...

Yesterday I was on the road early, driving east into the dawn and the sun was huge filling the whole windscreen with molten gold and blinding me until the road turned away. There are roads that do the same at sunset when the sun becomes a sullen red-white disc flinging tints of lavender and scarlet across blue and white in the evening sky.

Do the builders look before they carve the roadways? Do they stop to think that vision is essential, that blindness, even momentary can lead to blood and other things trailing from the shattered carapace of metal,glass and plastic? Builders build, designers design and would-be poets write dark thoughts about forever and infinity and DJ's ask the questions into a silent ether that may or may not have ears to hear the words. May or may not care to raise the question at the next town hall meeting. May or may not want to make the effort to amend and change the quality of life and ensure that it remains available for living.

Ah me. Army of one. Lone voice that drips like silky water wearing down the stone of certainty. Once I, a smoker wanting to give up, ran a campaign on my program years ago encouraging all smokers to join me in quitting. The tobacco company complained, the GM called me in, stymied when I offered to give them equal time on every show to counter my suggestions. Three people became non smokers as a result of my campaign; I smoked for another twelve years, until I was ready to quit for me. Someone was listening.

So I will keep on speaking the truths I perceive and leave them, like fruit, ripe for the picking and devouring. Someone might be listening. Some ear may hear. Then another voice can join and yet another until our song becomes an anthem that can change the world.