I'm beside myself about this.
It seems irredeemable, in the vein of the Native American genocide or slavery. The Holocaust. The actual conditions under which these children and people have been subjected are horrendous, but it is the people that gaslight, argue, justify and prevaricate about what is happening that freak me out the most. We all know that this is not right.
It seems like it might be the end of us.
I'm sitting on my bed typing on my fancy laptop, about 129 miles from the Mexican border. It's hard to think straight or do anything at all.
What does it mean -- this beside oneself? I think of metta -- loving kindness directed first toward oneself, then toward someone you love, then toward someone with whom you have difficulty, then toward all.
May I be well. May you be well. May all sentient beings be well.
Terrible America.
I remember the practice of tonglen.
Breathe in suffering. Breathe out love.
WHAT ELSE CAN YOU DO?
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