The Homeless are the Prophets that We Kill

Those without a home: the panhandlers, the dirty, the loud and confused, the addicts.

They are the public face of poverty in our cities and towns. They are our prophets.

Their prophetic message is communicated through their appearance, their stories, their smell.

Like all prophets, they have a message.

Their message is simple: “We. are. you.”

The homeless are a mirror. When we look at them, we see ourselves.

Our individual and collective anxiety cannot handle this.

So, we ignore them, we help them from a distance, we push them around.

Like all prophets, we don’t like their message. So, we kill them.

We shatter the mirror.

Now we don’t have to look at it. Now, we don’t have to look at ourselves.

But, prophets are gifts and the homeless are a gift to us, telling us something like nothing else can and nothing else will.

We are all homeless. We are all poor. We all stink. We are all addicts.

We cake on layers of “i’m okay-ness”, but, at the very least, our inevitable death will prove us wrong.

Even our inability to give them the basics is just an annoying reminder to ourselves that we are addicts of the consumption drug. We can’t possibly afford to give them the basics because we must pursue so much more than the basics for ourselves.

We are all homeless. We are all poor. We all stink. We are all addicts.

If you never look in the mirror, you’ll never be able fix who you’ve become.

The example of one solitary homeless man has more to teach us about life and the human condition than all the greatest gurus of our time.

They are a gift to us.

This is my daily project where I write about diverse ideas.

This is ‘Dose’ #4.

 

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