the love epochal is meant to be both earnest and ironic. on the one hand, i really am making a conscious effort to love my fellow creatures, whether they deserve it or not. but you know, its hard, i’m not jesus, i’m prone to moderate instances of rage.
i shout at drivers who cut me up on my bike, or who almost knock me down when i’m being a pedestrian. i believe this helps me balance my tempers. we all shout and gesture a bit then go on with our days. i don’t dwell on it too much.
but i know that its not really the driver’s fault entirely. why have we designed this world like this? why do we let people operate heavy machinery in residential areas? why don’t we enforce the rules of the road? these are all systemic problems. so when i call the man who almost knocked me over, ‘a fat bald prick,’ what i really mean is: ‘if only we could find a way to cooperate rather than compete, the bond of love between us would glow warm with mutual respect.’
the love epochal. n.n. benn 