A sanctimonious comment, a comment and the finish of the latest story

Since I always say I do not vote for Democrats and Republicans, I am in the enviable position of always being right.  No matter what one party does; the other party will screw up and on most days in my overly humble opinion both parties screw up and leave the country hanging which allows me to say I told you so.  The entire 2020 election season is being set up for me to monologue how right I am daily. If wasn’t for the fact that this adversely affects the country I love, I would be enjoying it all.

On a more serious note and I am sure there are books on this topic, I see Americans as joiners overall rather than individualists. I have talked about this before, especially when talking about Republicans, however, overall, I think much of this country needs to feel wanted and accepted. For all the talk, the Tumblr, the Instagram, all the trappings on the surface of people acting like they are unique I am not seeing it. We, as a nation, even in the 1960’s are conformists. People will argue, yet you can make a strong case that conformity is our national pastime. Okay maybe not that strong.  I hope to delve into this topic more as time goes by and especially as we head into the 2020 election season. There will be great opportunities to make my case. There are great individualists in our country and many people will identify with a certain person thinking this makes them an individualist, however, not the case. I hope to follow through on this discussion multiple times. It will explain much. And I know I will not be making a unique case. Without even hitting the internet search key, I feel strongly this is something that everyone from political pundits to pop psychologists to true intellectuals will have written profusely.

Not saying I am a particular individualist, just sayin’

Today though I am looking to complete my story and it will be a simple ending, okay two simple endings. From the beginning I talked about having this image in my head and I would start the story to see where it headed. The ending(s) came pretty quickly so I just had to create some type of image to lead you to where I am now.

And one ending is somewhat disappointing in nature to the story, yet it makes absolute sense. The other is more philosophical or at least can create a discussion point on how we came to be. It will not make you happy or maybe even excited because even this ending is somewhat quick and ends the story. Just a different take on some ideas people have had before.

So here goes.

The noise and the tribulation were wonderous. People and creatures of all types were rushing at him or he could perceive they were rushing at him. He still was enveloped in a fog. He was regaining his senses, but slowly very slowly. He sensed great joy around him. The fog was disappearing and light, way too much light was engulfing him. He heard voices, many of them. He recognized a name; they were calling him a name. He wanted to answer. Soon he felt touch, someone was touching him, the voices died down a bit, yet there was a steady murmur, while the sense of touch grew stronger.

Quiet. It became extremely quiet for a moment, then again loud joyous noises. He felt like he was blinking at the light. Faces started crowding out the light, just faces, he sensed then slowly saw a hand reaching for his….face? Yes, he had a face, he wanted to acknowledge the existence of these others, a voice came towards him, saying no need to rush, catch your breath, he heard machines, the same sound as the large towers he had walked amongst, slow beeping, a light, but there were no towers, just the occasional similar noise, but more pronounced. He could see lights flickering beside him, he was laying down and he tried to turn his head and again the voice saying no rush, just lay still. Another voice came, in however, there was crying, why was there crying when all else were joyous, then he realized the crying was for joy. He felt joy and did not know why.  People were coming in and rushing out. Coming and in and rushing out? Of what? He still wasn’t sure.

The Doctor turned to the nurse, gave orders and confirmed to the family that after all this time, their Father had come out of his coma. He would be alright. He still needed time, but slowly he would recover.

About a few days ago the hospital had called his wife and let them know there had been changes, now after all this time of waiting and praying there was hope. The family had spent the last few days by the bedside, rotating shifts talking to him softly until his vital signs picked up and the Doctor was called. His wife had spent most of her days by his side, but over time the family had convinced her she could come once a week and she did. Sitting by his side, silently talking to him then going home that night to her life that once included him. Now he was back.

Or…

The noise and the tribulation were wonderous. People and creatures of all types were rushing at him or he could perceive they were rushing at him. He still was enveloped in a fog. He was regaining his senses, but slowly very slowly. He sensed great joy around him. The fog was disappearing and light, way too much light was engulfing him. He heard voices, many of them. He recognized a name; they were calling him a name.

They were demanding answers of him. Why, he thought? They had expectations and he had no desire to answer them. He heard singing, very joyous and melodic singing. Overtime it faded away has he moved further, and the crowd recognized he was staying. He could feel their joy. Or was it his joy? He didn’t bother to identify. He decided to move forward and hope his senses came back. Slowly people separated and a small group of creatures and individuals helped him focus.

They knew that being within the towers consumed your being. They went occasionally too. Sometimes it was to make a correction or add something that wasn’t there before. There was no choice once you entered the towers, you would lose your sense of self. The towers ran everything, but if something needed work you had to go with a purpose and a will to overcome the overpowering nature of the towers. You would lose, but with the right instructions on your being you could arrive at the trouble spot and begin work. Other times you went to lose yourself, to completely lose track of time and self. The problem was coming back was difficult. Sometimes you had to have help, calls that eventually permeated the inner workings of your brain and directed you without you knowing you were being directed. Eventually if you choose one path and kept on it, you would find the periphery and be able to walk through the fog back to Heaven.

Heaven was glorious and wonderful and joyous as always described in the books that filtered throughout the universe the towers maintained. Sometimes some creations did not do as well as others. Everyone had asked God about fixing what was called Earth. God was upset. He had not gone into the towers to fix Earth. When asked after this last trip, he let them know. Man was given all the information he needed. Everything was simple. Why so many planets had thrived with the same information and man had faltered he did not know. Now it was up to mankind. Hopefully one day they would realize it was much simpler than they made it out to be. One time it had been broken down into ten statements, but even that was too much. It was very simple, love your fellow man as I love you. Do this first and everything else will fall into place. Man just didn’t seem to understand this one thought.