Calamity: (n) sudden damage; a disaster
I think that’s when alligators grow their tails back if they’re chopped off.
Yet in many ways, the human race continues to contend that “things will get better if we just leave them alone.”
We will regenerate passion.
We will regenerate the values that seem to have slipped away.
We will regenerate racial equality (which was really never here in the first place).
Some people are waiting around to grow a conscience.
Other people insist they don’t have a soul, since they’ve stuffed it back in their closet and put a whole bunch of boxes in front of it.
Calamity is easy to understand. It is usually quite explainable.
It is not walking along on a sunny day and being struck by lightning. Rather, calamity occurs when we wait for solutions instead of working with the information we have to make things better.
It is the thought that since your tires are bald, they will not become balder.
Maybe it’s the notion that your child is no worse than any of the other kids in the neighborhood, simply because he has a similar haircut–but likes to kill cats.
Calamity occurs when life has warned us sufficiently, and reluctantly renders a judgment against us.
Without it, nothing would be fair.
And those who believe they are divinely protected from the by-products of stupidity need to be warned: God is not mocked. Whatever we sow, we shall certainly reap.