Too Many Cooks

We all know what happens to the "broth" when there are too many cooks. Social media is Pandora's Box when we in the tech era, opened that one. Among all of the metaphors that aptly doppelganger what's happening in the world today, is  one truth. We humans and our boastable large brains have made a mess of it. We all put our two cents worth of opinion into the mix and bought a ticket straight to hell. But wait; it isn't hopeless. While we have the crisp ticket to the underworld, so to speak, we don't have to use it. That's the other beauty of human being. We can change and become decent and kind and caring of all other living things on this precious planet. Within us lies both good and bad and no one escapes that fact. There is more good than bad in some people, but no one is entirely bad. The job is to determine in our fellow man, what is admirable and what to be cautious about. We have to seek out ways of inviting their good to emerge. And that's not easy sometimes. I have a saying. Inside every person including our very selves, yes, there is a tiny mean bone. It's the little hidden thing that laughs when someone does something not at all funny, but we just can't seem to stop it. It's the one that causes jealousy and all of the other seven deadly so-called sins, to pop out and surprise ourselves sometimes. It's the one we have to keep hidden and hold back and work at daily. The cell phone is the most useful but, potentially terrifying, object worse than the A and H bombs or the red phone of yore, and while most of the population uses it with respect and control, there are those who can't resist letting their fingers do the walking right into the blackest of spaces. Every temptation to let that little mean bone free has to be quelled if we don't want this lovely planet, so delicate and dear, to end in tragedy. Biggest inside all of us, is everything good and beautiful and true, and those weapons can beat the evils. Like you, using the media to see the "news" daily, I can't resist clicking on the little blue icon and commenting. It's not a private action. and we know it, but there is an opportunity to  save ourselves by making what we "say" positive and thoughtful, not spitting out bile to get even with something that made us angry. I am often disgusted at how cruel some of the comments I read, can be. Who are these people, I think? And why are their spiteful jabs, not stopped by the editors? But they present us with a challenge. They are asking to be ignored and categorized as "nutcases" much like the shells of walnuts all homely and ridged and scored. They, like empty shells, are only a useless mass, bound to disintegrate eventually. But we, on the other hand, the good guys, can shed a light that makes sense, is an intelligent observation and in the end, makes us feel good. If there are too many of us media "cooks"adding our own spices to the mix, let's make it our part to sweeten the "broth".