A friend said to me the other day as calmly as if she were talking about the weather, "I wish so and so were dead."
That sounded to me like something from the dark ages. I couldn't believe my friend felt that way and said so, and said it to me. I couldn't believe that someone I know in America wishes someone she doesn't like dead. Why would my friend feel so strongly and why would she say it so confidently. Doesn't she know better? Doesn't everyone know better?
Graphically, a few days later, the same friend said she didn't feel safe around that other person.
Another friend, in speaking of one of the beautiful contemporary sages, said that someone had asked the sage: "What shall I do about the state of the world?"
The sage had responded: "You worry about yourself --" Perfect answer. And then the sage added: "I will take care of the world."
It shocked me that someone would say that she would take care of the world, and it shocked me that my friend thought that was a wonderful answer. My friend had the confidence that the sage would indeed make the world right.
I stuttered: "What about God?"
And my friend fluffed that off.
Someone counts more than God?
I was aghast at these two comments.
I guess each one of us lives in her own world and doesn't want to live in anyone else's. Maybe we just can't.