In the on again, off again war mode, us people (having made great efforts to declare all of humanity, people) with "our whole lives ahead of us" couldn't really find one mood. Our nation was stretching in the directions of lifestyle and resources faster than our hearts and minds could evolve unified sentiment. "But that's what voting is for!" Aging citizens assured and reassured that our generation--post-baby boomer, pre-millenial--would survive.
We seemed to be waffling between extremes. Total apathy and anger to "joining" on our terms. And we were somehow blessed with older-than-us encouragement to at least not run from the professions. On sites and in situations there was often some early middle ager to say stuff like that's not stupidity, that's learning! And we're learning too.
The staunchest among us Americans were often stiff as boards about principle and procedure, and after growth spurts as teams and individuals were only begrudingly thankful for ideas and prods "to change." Because of the heft involved in towing a nation out of danger and into the headwinds of world turmoil, we often talked in terms of wound and recovery, impact zones and R&R.
"Such tensions, such tensions," boobahlas and poppies said of us and the world. As problem solvers we often dialed down on the whys and developed ways to navigate. Since, broadly, more of the issues had to do with religion and racism some people monitored every situation to remind: think generic American.
"Universal human?"
"Sort of...."
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