When Shakespeare wrote, some four
hundred years ago, that “Life is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing,” might he
have somehow imagined Facebook in the throes of the 2012 elections? So many
words, so little truth … So much venom, such little understanding … What
confounding furies drive honest, intelligent friends, otherwise full of good
will, into this blasted wasteland? Why do we mutilate each other in this Hell?
The answer is obvious, if you consider
the source: almost all of these cancerous, toxic political posts seem to be “shared”
content originated by partisan ideologues with self-serving agendas. But the
word “shared,” in this case, is a misnomer. Sharing is generous and loving. We
share personal photos, news, etc; or we share personal hopes and aspirations, often
for each other; and sometimes, we even share our personal thoughts.
Most political posts, however, are not
shared so much as cloned; witlessly reproduced “as is,” though often augmented
with a few scathing words amplifying the cloned core. But given the biased
source, something critical is almost always missing, and that is an honest,
intelligent, unbiased consideration of the raw content. Were it present – this
missing, unbiased analysis – then we would indeed be sharing; but in its
absence, we are witless tools of self-serving, partisan ideologues.
Hence the
sound and fury, signifying nothing but our own witlessness, our own idiocy.
So to be honest, we must admit our uncertainty. And since honest uncertainty is better than certain idiocy, might we then, with a measure of humility, simply vote our conscience, and abandon the political sound, fury, and idiocy that have characterized Facebook for so many months?
Out beyond ideas of right and wrong doing, there
is a field. I will meet you there ...
(quote by Rumi, the 13th-century Persian
Muslim poet and Sufi mystic)



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