Decree: (n) a formal and authoritative order
Maybe not formal.
Certainly not overbearingly authoritative.
But it certainly would be nice if one simple thought could permeate the minds and hearts of the human race. It would not be a decree that would solve all the problems, but rather, a climate which fosters the atmosphere for problems to be solved.
Is it too much to ask?
Are we so struck with our own brilliance that we could not faithfully enact a dynamic purpose?
Must everything be our own doing?
Or maybe it has to come from our race. Our religion. Our gender. Or our clan.
Yes, that is our weakness.
We believe we are stronger when we cling to smaller and smaller groups of ourselves and proclaim that particular cloister to be holy.
Meanwhile, to live under a simple decree which births the potential for both creativity and respect for the past seems odd to us, if not evil.
I am prepared to join with all my brothers and sisters in the human family and agree on something instead of debating everything.
I am weary of promoting my own ideas.
I am aggravated with being fussy.
It’s time for a decree.
I’m certainly willing to consider any thoughts you might like to offer.
But in the meantime, may I present my suggestion?
Like most concepts that would be proffered as universal, it may seem a trifle odd at first, or insufficient.
But let it grow on you.
Let it settle into the middle of your soul and sprout a garden of possibilities.
Here it is—my decree:
“Make it easy.”