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My Humanism

At twenty-six, I saw social equality.
At thirty-six, I tried to be a do-gooder.
At forty-six, I tackle too much terrorism.
At fifty-six, I hope life is there to talk about.

The question that applies to all four ages is:
who cares?

I don't care about respect for individual differences.
I am selfish.
Truly, I alone am not the measure of the world.
Let us learn that.

If I take action, I am political.
Where is my support?  My support group?
I may go crazy trying to help so much
and thereafter need a shrink.
I have needed a humanist role model.
I may settle down to being selfish.
People do not always want to cooperate.

And now, the apogee of all my knowledge and experience.
Attribution processes: internal and external.
No, terrorism is not my fault.
Trying to be a hero is too risky.
It is too presumptuous to talk of ideology.
We were fed as babies and taught in school.
The right path leads elsewhere--by that logic.
A common area is a safe area.

We may finish by judging that the human enterprise
was not worth it.
Generation after generation in each other's way.
Not easing it and enlightening it.
Humanism isn't effective in suggesting the meaning of life.
Capitalism is helpful.
Social darwinism is helpful.
Take the hand they deal you and try to play it right.
Leave a beautiful corpse, if all else fails.

As a humanist, I am thus without my moorings.
Where do I want to go?
Is that the problem?
I'm trying to find the future again.
I'm ahead of myself.

The whole thing hinges on
how much support you've got.


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