“Agape is a Greco-Christian term referring to love, the highest form of love, charity, and the love of God for man and of man for God”, thank you Wikipedia. I’d add Buhner’s bit about Gaian love, beloved of Gaia, in love with Gaia, because lots of that Greco-Christian stuff forgets all about Gaia, by which I am beloved.
Gaia told me so. I love Gaia, too.
Anyway, that’s not the way I’ve used that sequence of English cum Latin alphabetic characters strung together of late, no, I’ve used it to describe the state I’ve been in since November 2016 and really even slightly before that, during that particular election season, but certainly since after that, like, January 2017, that fateful time period that marked the onset of Donald Trump’s presidency, his somehow managing to get elected, despite all of his most diligent efforts not to, and the subsequent stuff that he’s done, and said, and enacted, as he’s fumbled his way along, pretty much unopposed, or not stopped anyway, and so I’ve used that sequence of letters, agape, to describe how I’ve spent much of my time over the course of the past couple of years, particularly during the morning hours as I read what’s going on in the world outside and his part in it or if I read some stream of babble that he’s spewed.
You gotta love the guy. Agape love.
So at first, I kind of wanted to challenge him to a wrestling match, or I guess I did, challenge him, but I did it in the way that I always do such things, babbling to myself, or on Facebook, and that’s part of it, I mean, I’m the babble queen, W(ho)TF does he think he is, trying to babble, and doing even that badly, there’s a trick to it, but then I figured out that he’s actually a pretty big guy, physically, and he’d probably kick my butt if we wrestled, but at least we could put on a good show and it would be obvious that that was what his presidency was all about, reality TV.
I mean, it is obvious, isn’t it?
But the other day, I saw a much better show, well, I didn’t actually watch it, I passed it by, or saw it advertised, but basically it’s got celebrities of some kind, although I don’t know any of them, I’m not very good with famous people, unless they’ve been dead for 20 years, or are artists I like, you could probably line up the top 20 Oscar winners of the past quarter century and I could maybe name a few, but not many, but the show is famous people standing up and trash talking each other (Drop the Mic, it just came to me, the name of the show), rap style, making rhymes, until I guess one of them can’t out trash talk the other and has to give up and drop the mic and walk away.
They’re just plain rude about it, too, nasty.
The thing about agape love is that sometimes one has to set aside the wants and needs of the one in service to the whole. Now, I personally think that what little bit of that dropping the mic I saw was way over the top, I mean, they got all personal, and really, if one is going to trash talk the POTUS (or anybody for that matter) it shouldn’t have anything to do with hand size or hairdo or cognitive abilities, but rather one’s actions and how they might affect others.
So the other day I saw a meme of an up and coming female politician, fiery, and she was explaining to some idiot that she was a communist, and calling him an idiot, and reveling in her communism, and I can revel in that, too, her communism, and even in her gonads, but instead of calling him an idiot, I’m thinking silly goose might be a more productive term to use, if one wants to practice agape love.
She did smile nicely while calling him an idiot, which was good.
Maybe that’s the ticket. Thinking human beings, those with morals, and agape love, can start trash talking the unthinking, amoral, seemingly unfeeling folks in the nicest possible way. I mean, I look at Donald, I read the babble, my jaw drops, sometimes I even drool a little, yet I can’t raise any feelings of ill will for the guy, just pity, which is sad, and as tempting as it might be to call him a moron, silly goose seems so much nicer, even if it might be offensive to geese.