Seeing ugliness in beauty is the curse of the tormented soul.
What then are we to call seeing beauty in ugliness? A blessing? Sainthood?
Perhaps.
More often than not it is the projection of a kind of "loveliness delirium" that refuses to witness the truth before it.
People who do this are nuts and they put all of us in peril. If this kind of deluded soul were in the trenches with you, you'd have to kill him to survive the enemy.
Read the following letter to the editor in today's paper. All the Poverty Pimps and Gushing Enablers managed to impress this owner of the Rosy Colored Glasses Franchise.
Save us from the Happy People, Puleeeeze...
"Open your heart to the beauty on Hastings Street
Letter Published: Saturday, August 11, 2007
I recently participated in the Vancouver Street Retreat sponsored by the Shambala Centre of Vancouver, one of two Americans on the retreat.
It is my understanding that the Hastings Street homeless people will be dispersed during the 2010 Olympics. I have no voting voice in Canada, but I invite you, citizens of Greater Vancouver, to rethink this plan.
As I went through the days and nights on the street, I looked at the notion of living versus surviving. Through my own experience, I have seen that, although there is indeed base survival on Hastings, there is a heck of a lot more living going on there.
We found a vibrant network of helping, concern and, yes, love. In compassion for all citizens of your community, please do not deprive these people of their network.
I would like to thank the many organizations, businesses and individuals who went out of their way to guide and teach us during the retreat. My hope is that Vancouverites will see their underbelly as their greatest teacher.
Beauty exists there on Hastings Street; you only have to open your heart to it.
Judith F. Hurcomb
Granger, Wash."
YIKES!
