Shame to humanity #MH17

I had a busy week at work. So busy in fact that I meditated daily, to maintain sanity. Barely had time for anything. Then MH17 happened. The escalating violence around – Gaza, Ukraine, North Korea, all over the world – killings, murders, deaths… It’s hard to keep up the optimism. Political egos are fulfilled at the cost of people’s lives. Humanity went mad – we are killing each other for our delusions. I am honestly speechless and filled with deep sadness and shame for us all.

There are some things I can do. I can participate in activism to make sure we learn lessons and/or those committing the atrocities are brought to justice. I can more than ever focus on spreading kindness through random acts of kindness or something bigger. I can continue working on my awakening, enlightenment, moving away from naturally inherent in us madness and violence, towards peace and love, and help others, even if only 1 or 2 people, do the same.

I looked through WordPress newsfeed and there is nothing on MH17. I can not believe it! Nobody is annoyed or angry or have any thoughts? I can’t be silent. I am angry and I want answers. The only two things that console me is that the victims probably did not feel or register anything (here) and that scientifically they are not gone completely (here):

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your broken hearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.

-Aaron Freeman.

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the nomad of the Universe, sailing through the unknown, learning to be happy and give happiness back
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