Interesting question I ask often when people tend to squabble about petty differences. Unfortunately the single thought can escalate through a growing consensus of opinion, without analysing the real reason for the particular difference that sparked the debate, which becomes a feud and eventually a nation at war with foreign intruders or within its own borders. Indeed love is a word we tend to overlook when we take leave of our senses to follow the crowd baying for blood.

I have always dared to be different. It does me no good actually. But sometimes keeping your head when all around are losing theirs (apologies to Rudyard Kipling, and yes, pun intended) can be a very interesting exercise. For a more simpler example, when you have prepared for a difficult examination and all around you the questions and last minute discussions about what you should have studied are causing the level of panic to rise to a dangerous level after which you cannot remember anything you studied at all. Worse, when the exam is written all kinds of fear about failing sets in when you hear what answers others have given. Fortunately I always prepared well for my exams and the one percent inspiration and ninety nine perspiration always paid off. Turns out I would get a high mark and suddenly the worst case scenario didn't materialise after all. I kept my head!

When we are in a crowd, it is human nature to want to be part of the group. Notice how quickly a crowd of people will amass to hear one charismatic person talk. When one person is a legend as in the entertainment industry or even in a theological or spiritual sense, all sense of individuality disappears. It is cool to worship an idol on a mass scale. I am not criticising the concept because in the right circumstances it is great to feel as though we belong to one great human race, with love as the common theme.

Sadly in this country the true test of an elected group to act in a humane and compassionate manner because of the power they were entrusted with has failed to deliver. When the chips are down, we only have each other after all. Like the inn that was full, there is no real help forthcoming after the mass of support has dissipated into their own lives again. Long after promises are made and people base their vote of confidence on those promises, the truth seeps in. In a group, they are powerful, swept along by the strength in numbers. Break down the unity and there is no delivery. We are alone when misery steps in.

I weep for the homeless people freezing at the edge of the ocean, who played their last card in trying to find a safe passage to a land that would give them a life where they could live in peace and put down roots without being harassed and murdered because of being different. Their own countries are subjected to genocide. What can they do? They are at breaking point.

The United Nations cannot promise them a new home. The asylum seekers may only take refuge in one donor country. There are no more options. Go back home, or stay in a hostile country, where long term safety is not guaranteed. What's love got to do with it? Very little, and that is sad.

Just as a little boy challenged the Emperor's new suit of clothing, so political dissenters will step up to the podium and tell the truth at great risk to their personal safety. Somehow though, their love shows through in that they are prepared to risk being labelled a rabble rouser in order to expose the lies of those who will deceive with false promises.

I wish I could save the world, but sometimes the truth hurts. I am useless on my own. We each have to be sure about our love for one another and act on it when we see an injustice, whether in the playground or in the boardroom. We must choose our leaders based on facts and not because it is the popular thing to do. Love is easy when we do all things for all the right reasons. It may just start a new movement in the right direction after all. This world of ours needs all the love it can get.

I am so distressed with seeing broken bodies, starved of love and compassion, and worse beaten into submission for the ideals of meglomaniacs. Sociopaths are good at what they do. They are good looking and smart. Their words are well enunciated, and the tone is warm and encouraging. The men aspire to be them and women fall in love with them. They surround themselves with people who will do their bidding and their methods of keeping loyalty are covered up.

Why so deep today? Because I have found out the hard way that promises made by those in authority are usually empty. We may as well be listening to a recorded message. Remember to always have a plan that will work for you when disaster threatens. Save for the rainy day, work to earn your own living, live on the top of the hill and keep your own counsel. Surround yourself by those who love you and believe in yourself.

Love has everything to do with it and it all starts with a single thought:

"Purity of heart and mind is the basis of love."

We are all capable of so much more! Follow your heart, love from Eve