09/13/2014 by syrbal-labrys
I’m not a babe in the woods. I know the world is full of horrors. And “first world issues” may hurt and trouble, but they are like a paper cut compared to a traumatic amputation compared to what happens in some of the hellholes of the world. So, seeing a profile in courage both encourages and discourages me.
You know, one of the odd things I recall from my days as a beekeeper, is that bees have a limit. They literally can only eat so much honey — the food that sustains them — before their bodies just go “Nope, not one more drop,” and stop digesting it.
I must be some kind of wuss, because I feel like I have a limit, too. A limit on witnessing horror, hatred, and cruelty. I’m only sixty, but now even fictional horrors make me flinch. Reading the news is a bit like being in a vat of salt with no skin.