The most radical thing I can do is not fighting against this regime, although I shall not be quiet. I shall speak up, speak out, but that’s not the most radical act. It is not the most powerful response that lies within me.

I shall dance and let tears of joy fall down my face. I shall tell my dear Sophia that I love her, and anyone else who crosses my path. I shall smile even on the tough days, days like today. I shall open my heart and listen intensely, intently, and act in accordance with what I hear.

I shall not spend the last days and months and years of this incarnation in fear of what will happen next. I shall not allow this insanity to make me insane. I shall not brace against life. I shall not fight what is with anything other than this love I am, that we all are.

Were I to succumb to the cruelty, were I to allow it to change me, were I to let it replace my peace with war, the bigger challenges could not be met. I would be lost in the manufactured world of those who futilely seek to end peace, to end joy, to end empathy and love.

So, I shall love regardless of whether I am loved in return. I shall love from a distance those who would attempt to shatter my peace. I shall be here, be now, be present to what is happening around me, in full recognition that this is the moment’s story, not the truth of who we really are.

When at long last we pass through the veil of illusion, the need for forgiveness seen for the momentary insanity it was, I will have no need to change my ways. My way is love.

And love is power. It is one-pointed honesty. It doesn’t pull punches. It doesn’t stand down. Love is infinite intelligence, the just-in-time answers we seek. Love is what we are even when we are conning ourselves into believing something else. Love is all there is. There is no choice (how could there be in a field of infinite love) but as it seems there is, I choose love.