a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.
Yesterday I took a ten hour drive from Melbourne, Florida, where I live to Raleigh, North Carolina, where I lived for twenty-odd years before I moved off for love. Plenty of time for ponders in between decent music stations and singing jags. Most of the time I spent thinking about the practical matters of my future and how to best save all the animals while staying true to myself, how to honor my familial commitments, and how to also enjoy my life. You know, keeping it light. Heh. Trying not to bleed out tears at I95 speeds and dodging fucking humanity. Really, nothing like the need for a double-barrel middle finger to save me from dwelling on the beloved creatures and get in some invigorating time loathing humans. Normal, proper goings-on for an all American girl on an all American road trip. Right?
Then I have a damn epiphany. As in (taken pretty much out of context and hacked to my needs ...)
(Flash, bam, alakazam)
Painful it was, too, as it hit me between the eyes ...
In order to save all the animals, I am going to have to help all the humans.
It is only by changing the hearts and minds, the perceptions, the laws of the human species is mass survival going to happen. And only by love does a heart change to love, work for love.
So I have to love humans. I have to love the ones so dedicated to causing pain and death.
How the hell am I going to manage this?