English Assignment

October 27, 2005

Times are changing. Those who once loved what we stand for are passing away. Ideas, Thought, Being. They fall away into memory and exist no more. The calling to be alive falls upon closed ears. We are dieing. Those intricately woven threads that so closely bind us together are being cut, one by one.

There is something about being close to someone that is looked down upon. The idea gets pushed aside as yet another manifestation of our flawed outlook on life. Yet there can be no other viewpoint for me. They have their own judgment, based upon the logical military precision of the articulating minds that bind them to an unexperienced life. Life cannot be expressed in any sort of progression if it is to remain life, so we reject their articulation. There are words that appear to show what the world is to us, but even these meaningless attempts at a connection through language fall, cruelly struck down, before them.

We attempt to continue living, not yielding to the authority of the ruling class of our time. I long to be free from this oppression. I have grown weary. These tears that move of their own accord keep coming. They bash themselves upon shattered rocks that are invisible to everyone but ourselves. They refuse to comprehend how we can cry at the loss of life in their eyes. They refuse to recognize what life is, and what is required of them to be alive. Maybe someday they will try to understand, but today they hide behind their granite walls and pretend that love doesn’t exist.

Today they changed their language. They decided to train themselves to articulate in German, because our names don’t translate. They want to forget what we stand for, but language cannot be un-learned. As we walk through the streets of their city they whisper in their new found language “They are outcasts.” They cannot forget what we are. Our names reverberate in their minds, refusing to let them fully leave this world. They reside in the world, but do not understand those who exist with them. They refuse to understand what it is that allows us to exist. They chose not to learn the word for love.

We are warriors. We fight as long as there is breathe left in us. We are alive. Sie können nicht vergessen. Maybe someday I will learn to understand German. Someday it will rain freedom.