diary entry April 27, 2014

After watching tv for 45 minutes sunday morning @ around 5:30, i cried.  tears rolled down my face.  i felt horrible over what i had seen.  an evangelist pumped tall tails for 1000 $ donations.  news broadcasts superficially focused on extreme drama; crashes, murders, traffic and weather.  news anchors pressed stiff and caddy.  infomercials snake oil salesmen cleverly dictating fiction in abstract analysis, 'guaranteed'.
switched finally to pbs.  ahh public funded broadcast.  thank you pbs.  switched to pbs for a grounded approach to my tv moment.  a documentary on pollution caused me to reflect on what i throw away and do not consider.  caused me to consider how we, of 1 Place take for granted precious commodities, gods green Earth. 
i cried. i felt guilty.  i felt sad.  i cried that i was not a perfect man and we are not perfect people.  i cried.  i wished all take a minute to consider another view.
i turned off the tv.
i crumpled into a ball in my chair and i cried another minute.  imagining suffering and pain.  unnecessary roughness.  unnecessary suffering.  taking one today.  take another tomorrow and another after that.  take a moment as my own.  Reflecting, Realizing, Remembering.
i cried this morning.  i'm glad i did.