Time is upon us

Nature likes short jabs. Observe, punch, observe and get out. Remarkable strategy when considered closely. Long queues is not in the nature of nature.

I wonder sometimes - what would it take to live in a perfect society? Why do we desire it so vehemently? Isn't its lack what we always complain about? At least most of us? We're obsessed with the fact that some abstract "society" didn't treat us right. Some wantons out there are wishing us no good. The usual lyrics of the failed songwriters.

Hasn't it been said then that every society is measured by the way it treats its weakest, not its finest? And what is required from the finest? At the time when this famous aphorism is assessed down to the needs of individuals, what does it really mean? How shall one treat his weakest parts of existence to its finest? The deed required is great and examples of great deeds tend to be rare. Individual ontology is often filled with a mighty confusion between the role temporarily assumed and the responsibility permanently bestowed. We are all weak. Our finest hour is often our weakest. The only real difference we can make is to be fine when presented with the hour of weakest of other and ask for weakness when presented with the finest hour in ourselves. The rest is dim. It is jut another hour.