Where is the love...?

Ok, I don't profess to have all, or indeed any, of the answers but, given that it's free to ask (bear this in mind, always... there is a reason that 'how' and 'why' are two favourite words amongst children....another two being 'no' and 'when?') I thought I'd try to articulate some of the thoughts invading my 'quiet, reflective' time of late....'Where to start?' I was thinking this morning, whilst still trying to wake up (literally and symbolically) over a coffee and my Rudolf Steiner book at work... When in walked two old men to ask if we were open for the partaking of the aforementioned hot beverage. Looking at my cup, an hour before we opened, I couldn't really say 'no' and besides, they looked like friendly bears. Though not literally, just to clarify for any autistic readers. They sat in the window (again, not literally), chatting quietly whilst I continued with my book... Half an hour later, when they came over to pay (I had since put my book down and was distractedly polishing glasses), one of them asked me "how do you feel about this situation in Libya and the middle East?" Well, I thought he'd read my mind, for one, and, slightly freaked out, but curious, I said "I think it's all incredibly sad and that it's a shame our 'leaders' think that war's the answer". The three of us spent a few minutes agreeing that yes it was very sad but admitting that we had little idea as to what to do about it. I did suggest that if I could just gain access to DC's Downing Street abode one night I could (after calming him, obviously) make this power and cash hungry public-school-prick see sense. And then get him to get Obama on the phone and.... Well, anyways, suffice to say, this was not the expected response and so, despite the initial promise of the situation, they eyed me suspiciously, placed a leaflet on the bar and said "maybe you'd like to read this, keep an open mind..." and off they went. Slightly perturbed to have lost my enthusiastic, world-changing new pals, I picked up the leaflet. Jehovah's Witnesses. Excellent. Well, they'd asked nicely and so I kept an open mind, read the leaflet and then put it away. It's all a bit much, you see.. all Bible quotes and 'The Promise of a New World' for the 'Righteous...' How about just a lovely new world for all of us...? I'm not righteous (I'm not even entirely sure what it means, but I don't like it. My soul is unhappy with the terminology). Who is? Who are we to judge our fellow man? (Or woman...?) Ok, so some people do our heads in, some people commit crimes, some people just aren't like us. Or you. Or me. And what? We really are all one and the same. We are all responsible for each other. We all fuck up. Nobody is more virtuous or more deserving than anyone else. So yeah, I'm sad for libya, but I'm sadder for humanity. We're all Libya. We're all oppressed. We're all slaves to one system or another. What we choose to do about it is up to us. So what are we gonna do.....? Answers on a postcard.
Peace and Love