The Right Blend of Practical Love and Constructive Anger

By Rob Brezsny

How do we summon the right blend of practical love and constructive anger?

How do we refrain from hating the cruel haters even as we fight fiercely to diminish the hatred and danger they unleash?

How do we cultivate cheerful buoyancy even as we neutralize the bigoted, autocratic poisons that are on the loose?

How can we be both exuberant lovers of life and wrathful insurrectionaries?

How can we stay in a good yet unruly mood as we overthrow the mass hallucination that is mistakenly called "reality"?

In the face of the peril, how do we generate beauty and truth and justice and love? How do we keep our imaginations wild and free?

Can our struggle also be a form of play?