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There is no place like the home to come, I feel. We have been told this over and over again. We keep trying to make of this lost world a garden in the desert but all we can do is speak of that other place and how it means this place may sparkle with light but never truly fix its problem with darkness.
I hope that does not sound too morbid. I am not trying to be. I am not even saying that we fold our hands and let the tide take us anywhere because nothing matters. The brevity of present human life makes everything matter.
The thing to take from the great idea that this is not our home is to be fearless in our pursuit of those values that are not transient but permanent. We have a world of injustice and wrong in front of us. We are called to confront these things with the light we know and the light we are learning to bask in. We cannot be afraid of what will happen to us if we fall flat on our faces or lie still on our backs. The former means we will be wrong and ashamed but that is the cure for human hubris. The latter means we will be dead and buried but that is just our body giving out. It is just the start of a long train ride home.
There is no place like the home to come. So, we speak of that place in all we do. We speak for justice over exploitation, we speak of kindness over hate, we speak of love over indifference and we speak of unity over the differences that emphasise tribe over humanity. We speak where we should and we act where we can and we move forward toward the day where home is not a dream but a place where we all eat at the same table and with the same heart.