Nightmares of Futures Past

I have a history with firearms. I enjoy plinking. I don’t hunt much anymore, but everything that I have ever killed with a firearm, I have eaten. I had the good fortune of being taught well, and having the early experience of a gun’s true purpose. That awareness brought a fear of the weapon, and a great responsibility. Perhaps you can see through my eyes, this time. Shall we walk on a crisp fall morning, among the brown soybean? Hunting disturbs a pleasant walk.



But there are other eyes to see through as well. Can you imagine the heartbreak of a parent who has lost a child? Their experience with firearms is so different, it might as well not even be the same discussion. Human beings online are so different in person. I have never met a human being who would not be moved by such an experience, and so I extend to you the courtesy of knowing you have sufficient empathy to see this vision yourself.



Imagine you are that parent, and I appear before you, with a time machine. You and I can go back together, but only six months. I will be your ally in this endeavor, rest assured! We will go to Congress, and make them see.



Can you imagine anything you wouldn’t do to prevent the death of your daughter? Would you be satisfied if someone told you that they were going to prioritize mental health funding the next time they can be bothered to put a budget together?



You would try to move heaven and earth, and I am with you. Now here is my question to you, visionwalker: Do you have the wisdom to prevent the nightmare of that future, which will inevitably come to pass for some young person in the United States, very soon?





Please find the essay above, read by Jeanne from 11Elevenlabs, below.  The words are always my own.

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