One
Moment In Time
When human aggression beavers away against all rhyme and
reason, when prejudice tries again and again to find a place within a twisted
morality and where religious intolerance and tolerance of the extreme elements
of it all make for laws that are so debased that makes the dark ages seem like
more enlightened times; I am talking about not only about India today where a
nine month old baby is been charged with acts of violence and aggression, or where in modern England now that Islamic law
is been slowly enshrined into law parallel to the common law of all citizens,
or where in Ireland you can still lose your teaching job because you are not a
Catholic or because you have had a child outside of wedlock. It is when these
things seem to overwhelm, and maybe for a time they will, I think of the arts, of sport, of what it is to enjoy life rather than endure it, for it is these things that soothe and restores confidence in my belief that extremism
of a minority will not prevail, and they will not prevail because they try to
shut out the light of reason and acceptance of a different point of view that
exposes their fears; they don't seem to have a lot of fun either.
The soul needs laughter to rise above it all and
entertainment just as much as it needs the sun to nurture life and water to
give it, and I cannot think what could be better than sitting back at this
minute to enjoy for a moment in time of Whitney Houston singing about that very passage of sixty seconds.
By Barry Clifford
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