Yes, that's right - Beneath. My. Dignity.
Sure, it is crucial to reflect and to judge, and I suppose there might be value in communicating and sharing these reflections and judgments with others, but I find the vast bulk of current events to be utterly revolting, maddeningly repugnant, and disgustingly malevolent - to the point that I often struggle to find the inspiration to comment upon them.
Nefarious. Destructive. Harmful. Damnable. Vile. Revolting. Ugly.
There aren't enough negative adjectives in the English language to fully describe the maleficence gripping the world. And in all honesty, I don't feel much of it really needs to be described or delineated. It's all right there, unhidden - laid bare in naked blatancy.
It is one thing to take note of it all privately; quite another to make note of it all publicly. So much of what we encounter serves no higher purpose than to contaminate and toxify. Sure, I have the antidote, but that does not imply I must always ingest the poison.
Not always. Certainly not today.
Today I am going to forget about all narratives and concentrate on God's. I am going to pick the ripe raspberries in the yard, and I will listen to the cuckoos calling in the distant trees, and deep within I will focus on the source of all dignity; on the grandeur and the greatness made personal through Divine Love.