Mediocrity, unimportant, apathy, no interest or feeling, inert, inactive, unwilling to imagine more and be passionate.
Like a litany list indifference is defined online, in Funk and Wagnall.
What can I do anyway?
So much sadness everywhere and who needs some Catholic guilt about my cold-heartedness so often.
Perhaps its overload of pain poking through the globe, in homes, into hearts.
So much of it around everywhere it seems, my own, others: INDIFFERENCE.
Like a frozen heart, numbed by carelessness about a way out of the seeming impasse of Israel, Gaza, the West Bank.
Indifference is a frozen heart. It kills the life out of one, of me.
It hurts one's heart and prevents mending, morphing, healing and reconciliation.
And, here I go again thinking that peace is manufactured and made with my friends, acquaintances, colleagues.
It's made with one's enemies.
A native son of that traumatized land knew that, taught that, lived it, said it often.
Love your enemies; do good to those who hate you.
Jesus said it.
Yes, but he . . .
I better take heed.