Syria Reconstructed

It is in our fragile, nearly broken, exposure that we are most available for love and remedial gratitude, rather than the louder applause of our full-blown ballistic glory. While exercising restrained patience breeds tolerance, giving pregnant reign to co-empathy compels timeless flow of organic eternity. Empathy grows fragile compassionate pause, easily broken by impatient overexposure to loud adulation, or even more necessary restrained, sufficiently polite, applause. I have never been to Syria but I remember it used to be a great place for healthy wealth. High quality of co-regenerative life. Deep, robustly multicultural and cooperative commercial root systems. All their neighbors either preferred to just be left alone, Plan A, or to become a creolic part of Syria, Plan B if peacefully possible, rather than other empire building prospects and militarized capital-pirating offers, like from Rome, for example. Syrian culture was more intentionally creolic, absorbing, deep-resonant layered, looking for WinWin resolutions, while Rome was more competitively "all roads and revenues shall lead to home, which is Rome", more WinLose devolution, when you are on the not-so-neighborly end of the military capital-sucking stick, sometimes the last ecopolitical straw. I was thinking about this as I listened to the restrained applause for the recent WhiteHouse "beautiful bomb" response to Assad's prior release of chemical bombs. WhiteHouse military-industrial incorporated intent apparently was aimed at weapons inconveniently provided by Russia, more than the Syrian weapon-holders themselves. At the same time, the all-wise ecopolitical policy gurus remind us this is a LoseLose necessary investment response but not sufficient for a longterm plan with capacity for positive regenerativity. I mean, what would that look like? I shoot your guns until they are gone. Then what would we do with all our military toys? Perhaps we could begin deploying them upon each other here in the U.S., after all the humans, and other favored critters, are removed from firing range. But this seems like an expensive and taxing habit and one that domestic neighbors of military installations would probably find detrimental to real estate values and quality of life, like being able to sleep at night without worrying the Army is planning to demolish the Navy's nuclear submarine parked in the river just behind my backyard. No, the pundits are right, we also need a WinWin plan. If I were a Syrian counter-revolutionary, or the mother of a young Syrian terrorist, I think I would invest in planting edibles, especially trees, to reverse desertification, played-out soil, currently reduced to more of a ballistic mine field, improving purity and flow of water supply for the long climate therapeutic haul, and keeping Syrian air clear of toxic nastiness like bullets and bombs, sundry ballistics. These are very hard on trees and other organic reproductive rights. Now I can already hear you thinking, "He sounds like more of a feminist carpenter who only has a tree planting hammer, so all problems look like nails rather than international cooperative opportunities to play WinWin policy designer. But, in defense of the carpenter with a limited one tool arsenal, this carpenter could be somebody's mother who also has a shovel and a thing for WinWin long term regenerative interior landscapes and exterior climate ecotherapies. Moms remember that WinWin Mother's Milk is more cooperatively primal than competitive ballistic WinLose; EitherMilitary/OrWhat? OrganicReMediation? We have both tools, hunting with WinLose guns and gathering then planting WinWin embryonic seeds of healthy ecosystemic wealth. So, if our Trump card has to be fight guns with guns on one politely applauding hand, necessary, but not regeneratively sufficient, unless we really do choose to act more like ancient Patriarchal Rome than ancient Matriarchal Syria, then why not also share our shovels and seeds, our Bodhisattva CoMessianic Matriarchal PeaceBuilders, and our restrained Patriarchal WarMakers? It is in our fragile, nearly broken, matriarchal exposure that we are most available for love and remedial WinWin gratitude, rather than the louder patriarchal applause of history for our full-blownout ballistic glory.