edit to add: While I struggled with this post there were several more added ... to you all I say my deepest thanks for entertaining the story.
This 'response was made without seeing the excellent responses before it... and frankly I wanted you to see my answer as I crafted it... just for the
sake of honesty.
Someone (at home) asked me "in what way is this a "metaphor" for ATS.
* sigh *
Oh well, No one ever said I was Hemmingway... I wanted to be briefer... it didn't really work I guess. No worries!
Ok, look...
Members of ATS come here to speak to one another. To hope to learn something new or understand something they didn't before. Maybe they come share
some bit of news or get someone else's thoughts on something. Maybe members just want a respite from the crapfest of other "social" media. We
'congregate' virtually.
Then we do what we do; we sift reality from fantasy, enjoy fantasy to release our angst of reality, we bring what we get, and often we get more.
Here, we exercise a modicum of free speech, even when it makes some other member crazy. But that's cool... it's alright that we do this, because the
alternative is to go crazy alone.
When the homeless shows up at ATS, rather than helping them through the experience of being here, will we crush every observation as ill-informed,
biased, or just foolish? Will we decry their ignorance? Will we seek to persuade, or just impose judgment?
Rather than judge, I think we need to remember that there was a time when much of what we talk about was new to us. That we weren't always seeking to
be more informed, and to many becoming more informed means 'changing' in the eyes of others, like family, friends, and peers... people who generally
matter. We are accepting that those who can't fight the narratives, who need for themselves the sensation of safety in conformity, will feel
threatened by the uncertainties we explore.
But there are some others who just can't stand that we "appear to be doing nothing" and we should "do" something. Such is the alure of nascent
activism. And with it brings the harsh reality that activism is a favored target for abuse and exploitation. That passion is easily misdirected into
a false framework of heroism, and change... usually steeped in imagery provided by someone else... produced by someone else.
In this story, the churchgoing homeless represents all who venture into a new world, one with its own set of normal social elements, mostly related to
egos.
I want ATS to be analogous to the 'second' church in the story... in that its better, because we choose it to be that way. I want ATS to be the one
that simply can't be the first.
I know..., it's just a short story... it made me think of the ways a community like ours can evolve... Have you seen the alternatives lately? If our
community didn't exist there would be no real alternatives... In the end the story was not about 'helping' those who are homeless, but about accepting
that we are all only a few steps from the same state ... helping others is how we help ourselves. My opinion... at ATS I've seen people being as
helpful as they can and not making a virtue signal out of it ... they're just trying to help ... I like it. Better.
"Why aren't we out there doing something to make things better?" Open your eyes, ... we are. Learn by doing.
edit on 1/23/2023 by Maxmars because: Because I'm not perfect