More Audacious Hope

Senator Obama's Audacity of Hope ends with listing memories, visual images, that rekindle his love for this imperfectly united Place For his Country, this humane Habitat for mutual care-giving, and at least implies this is all he needs, not yet all he hopes, for mutual care-receiving. His vocational visions of cooperatively developing this Place are common to cultures across six of seven Continents, inhabited by a healthy and peace-intentional People People for restoring naturally cooperative justice, not so much relying on retribution, threat of punishment, ruthless egotistic competitions, with Win-Lose evolutionary assumptions about this sacred Planet. He runs along Washington's Mall, while remembering bakers baking bread, and masons laying bricks and blocks and Lincolns inaugurating good-faith speeches and Kings gathering rainbows of good hope while watching homeless men on benches rearranging, endlessly, their possessions, their bricks and blocks for survival, without judgment or condemnation, even if without understanding, with gratitude, basic positive attitude, on each and every side. For, if we do not have proof those who are differently arranged and languaged and encultured and flagged than ourselves are not doing their best, are not filled with their portion of sacred cooperative grace for developing this Place, our spaces interdependent and in nondual dipolar relationship, And who could know another's Place so intimately and vulnerably to have such proof of mere malicious malingering, shy of Gaian Earth HerSelves? Then, without proof of full will and full intent GoldenRule violations, then we are ethically healthier and aesthetically more satisfied to continue in good faith, We, and those around us, of all ages and genders and cultures and languages and colors and rhythms and flags sharing this grace-filled Place sacred vocation. To run through our Washington Malls of mind and heart with exercising bodies, Malls of historic healthy wealth development remembering, with appreciation, filling with gratitude, for writers of democracy-growing unity Constitutions, layers of trust-growing bricks and blocks, singers of multiculturing faith, dancers for MotherEarth's sacred love and beauty. Our cooperative relationship with Earth, and Earth's diversely polyculturing Tribes, does not grace us with more life and death than we can handle satisfactorily, aesthetically, and usefully, ethically, and in good health, morally and physically, until S/He does, and then we can try our best to learn to sing and dance and co-empower, to learn restoratively together, or continue to degenerate with retribution's dark intents and purposes apart. Restoring democratic climates of health is also absence of punishing climates of pathology. Run through democracy's Malls for cooperative-growing unity to run away from plutocracy's Centers for competing-punitive uniformity.