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The Love Epidemic

“Let me say, at the risk of seeming ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.” -Che Guevara


If we have the potential to slip into a ‘Meaning Crisis’—like some philosophers suggest we presently have—like the suicide rates and spikes in poor mental health probably confirm—then we have the potential to slip into something like the opposite of a ‘Meaning Crisis’. 


I’ll call our revolution ‘The Love Epidemic’,

And my vision for it

is the opposite 

Of whatever this shit currently is. 


. . . 



We pulled a Robin Hood,

And stole from the ten riches families,

And disrupted it to the poorest billion.


None of that reallocated money touched a single hand in America, though

   We are too rich here.


    Instead,

    It equipped the third world countries with some capital,

     Giving them the freedom to spend, 

     And spend, and spend, and spend,

      And the rich got rich again,

       And nothing changed.


So, 

     We start again.

      This time without the focus on class and money.

    This time we focus on the real motivation behind a good revolution,

       Love.

This time out movement’s foundation is built upon:

   Equality,

Empathy,

   Curiosity,

Logic,

    And

Love.


Love for every living thing on this planet.

    And the assumption that almost everything here

    Has potential to be more.

       Everything here has the potential to grow a soul.



This is the seed of our revolution. 



CH 11/19/25

 
 
 

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