I received an e-mail that reminded me today marks the anniversary of when the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima. The nuclear weapon was named “Little Boy.” The one that was dropped on Nagasaki three days later was called “Fat Man.” (for more on the events of those days, you can visit Wikipedia.
In sixty-three years, am I correct in believing that weapons such as these have not been used? But the potential of them is weighty, ever-present. The intent for using them hasn’t gone away, either — power, domination, intimidation, destruction. These are decidedly masculine attributes. Is it mere irony that the names of the bombs are masculine, too?
We all have infinite potentiality within. We have our feminine and masculine attributes. We have our strengths and weaknesses, our superiorities and inferiorities, that which we build and that which we destroy within each of our feminine and masculine selves. It is our responsibility to hold these in balance, yes?
That’s why we need each other, our community, to help one another find our balance, share our insights, give us another perspective. Alone we can convince ourselves that we mean well, that our intent is good and true, our course of action the only way. But our ego is strongest when given an attentive audience, the slope slippery once we yield to it. And any one person in power is just as susceptible as the rest of us.
That’s why in America we’re supposed to have the system of checks and balances. That’s why in families it can work best where there are two raising the children. Left to our own devices, we can do some incredibly regrettable, irreversible things — when we are out of balance, out of sync.
For our own sake and for the sake of others, may we know peace, the true peace that resides within, lest we be our own worst enemy.