kindness

the irony of kindness is that, if it's capital, then once you spend it, no matter on what little trifle you betray it on, it's gone forever.

if you are kind, then to maintain it, like a perpetual motion machine, you must be kind forever.

kindness is based upon a kind of trust. the trust that you are gentle, and would never introduce anything of force or edge to the situation. that you are a friend. a smiley face.

the danger of kindness, of course, is that you are taken for granted. and, in certain situations, that you will not only be at the bottom of a pile of bodies, but that you will be disrespected, nay, even hated for this.

it is only with children and animals that kindness seems to work in its unadulterated state. "adults" are a different matter entirely, and run on a strange mixture (the "unleaded version") of cruelty and morality.

i tend not to understand adults, even though i am one. they are either totalizing, future-extending, or whiny... and they never pay attention. and, by the way- case in point- they are hopeless hippo-crits.

i would run with the children, if they only knew where they were heading (that is, despite it all, to adulthood).