This war in the Ukraine is an atrocity. Russia’s army has done things that can’t be forgiven, but someday there must be a truce. One day, the two parties have to come together and resolve this conflict, even though only one party is responsible. The healing will be hard because the sins are so grave: rape, torture and all manner of killing. Acts such as those are unforgiveable; especially, to the families that were acted upon, but, perhaps, there is a way forward. The situation seems ever more hopeless as the news coverage and celebrity interest wanes. However, hopelessness is fertile soil for the seeds of faith. When the possible seems to have all but abandoned a scenario, there is always the impossible. Impossible not in the way we have come to think of it; instead, an Impossible that is at the water’s edge of human conception. From that shore, we can cast wishes, faith and hope! I’ve found an unlikely symbol of hope and I mean to assign it to this Russian War. Ironically enough, the creature to lead this movement of hope is a most hopeless little critter itself, ensconced deep in the mountains near the Black sea region: the Greater Blind Mole Rat.
Buried in the Black Sea region, shared by Russia and Ukraine, is a creature steeped in disadvantage and forlornness. There is nothing great about the Greater Blind Mole Rat. It is a small, furry cylinder of a critter with a biology best described as unfortunate. Perhaps, the only thing truly great about the creature is its blindness, which is supported by failed and atrophied vision cells coupled with a thin layer of skin that covers the already useless orbs (just in case the poor varmint had even a dream of seeing the light of day). This unlucky lump of a creature has not a blessing in its worthless little body. One could reasonably theorize that since it’s a mole and most moles live underground, it has no need for good vision. Well, first, way to minimize the Spalax Microphthalmus’ struggle. Second, I would say, sure, sight is not a vital need in the dark, but how about digging…isn’t digging important? Alas, another unfortunate turn for this cursed critter since his arms and legs are too short for effective burrowing. And, in case you thought, functionality has failed it, but maybe, just maybe, aesthetics will not; I’d say guess again. This furry little beast has a pair of oblong, threatening and jutting teeth that misshape its already ‘skinned-over’ face. All told, it looks more like a woodland creature’s genitals than a mole or rat or anything else. This little tube of ick has amassed a wealth of suffering and yet soldiers on…not towards outward or inward destruction, but to the next promising foothill.
So let’s all be more like the Greater Blind Mole Rat! Let us see the end to this conflict and all like it by rising from hopelessness and despair. Let us gather our strength and move towards a promising horizon, bright with what could be. Let that blind beastie be our beacon to the light – even though it definitely can’t see it. Let that hairy forest penis with teeth be our guide (even though it will almost certainly need guidance itself). It is the patron saint of faith when all seems lost. Andso, as that little blind bastard marches on, so shall we!
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