Tom Chavez
From Highline via Vietnam to Eternality
In war, it is said, the first casualty is truth. But truth can be found, if we seek it, even in war. After graduating (in oblivious ignorance) from Highline High, I eventually made a conscious decision to accept truth, however unpalatable, in preference to illusion, however comfortable.
My thoughts inexorably carried me from math and science, in which I was very interested, to poetry and feeling, to which I was quite numb.
According to US Defense Department data, in the ten years from 1961 to 1971 the US Air Force sprayed and dumped millions of gallons of toxic chemicals on Vietnam, including Agent Orange and dioxin.
As a student at the UW in Seattle, I dreamt of planes flying overhead, suddenly realizing with alarm that the tiny specks falling from the planes were napalm bombs. I instinctively turned to run and hide, but I was on a broad meadow, and there was no place to hide….
Some doctrines teach that unless one is baptized, or otherwise ‘saved’, one is destined for hell. What about the souls of innocent Vietnamese babies and children who were napalmed to death? Would they be consigned to hell, never having had a chance to be ‘saved’?
Gradually I found a more reasonable understanding, inadvertently following American transcendentalists and eventually leading to the original transcendentalism of the Vedas. That understanding is summarized in the following poem, cobbled together with some revision from several authors.
Just think! Some night the moon will shine
upon a cold gray stone
and trace a name with silver beam, and look!
’twill be your own!
That night is speeding on to greet
your epitaphic rhyme.
Your life is but a tiny beat
within the heart of time.
From body to body our souls speed on.
We seek a new body when the old one is gone.
And the body we find is the fabric we wrought
on the loom of the mind with the threads of our thought.
The tissues of our lives to be
we weave with colors all our own,
and in the field of destiny
we reap as we have sown.
Whatever you do, whatever you say
whatever you eat or give away
and all of your work and austerity
“Do it all,” Krishna says,
“As an offering to Me.”
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare
With apologies to Robert Service and other unknown (to me) authors.
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