This morning, as I was walking, I came to an old fence post where a sign read:
NO VEHICLES BEYOND THIS POINT
I stopped there longer than usual.
How many signs pass before us each day without our noticing? The ones nailed to a post. The ones carried across the news. The expressions on another person’s face. The tightening in our own chest.
What if there were signs that read:
NO HATRED BEYOND THIS POINT.
NO HARM BEYOND THIS POINT.
NO WAR BEYOND THIS POINT.
Would we stop? Would we turn around?
Perhaps the earth has been placing such signs before us all along—through everything, and through everyone.
But our days are crowded with noise. A constant bombardment of signals, opinions, demands, and distractions. We become practiced at looking without seeing, hearing without listening. Living without engaging.
Are awake enough to recognize them?
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