A few thoughts about the word, change

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     When I saw this Retro Campaign Sign, I had a thought.  

     You may say, to friends and family members who are Republican, "It's not the same party it once was", but you are actually implying they should listen, read, watch, and learn how to change their minds about their Party.  They do not want to listen.  I wondered why.  These are my thoughts about this illusive word, change. 

     But, first, the issue comes down to this:  Why can’t they listen?  Why can’t their minds open up enough to listen?  Why the wall?  Why the anger?

     How many people do you know who are hard core in their "traditions"?  Heritage rolls the dice, here, where these traditions are embedded in a heart and mind.  Embedded is the operative word.

     It appears, to me, that people who hand down those traditions, from family member to family member, have a very hard time understanding this concept of change....whether party change, or change in the food they eat, or altering that recipe, or places they inhabit; or to the point of not even wanting to change the color or style of clothes they wear...heritage becomes a ritual of sorts; practiced for generations, (whatever they may be) - Families holding onto these  sacred “things” for generations - Holding on for dear life, for the future of family. 

     It is now a mind-set.  It would take a stick of dynamite to change a mind-set, because common sense does not enter this equation:  It is tuned out.  No common denominator that I know of exists between two opposites; common sense does not exist because they know what they know, and nothing more to know; it would only complicate their equal plain of existence ....what has been passed down through the years; taught and learned....where learned responses become hard as granite.

     I think about my friend who I lost in this past political year. I understand, now, our differences.  My understanding won't bring her back into my world, or mine into hers, as I now see how different our worlds really are.  We exist.  We see.  We hear. We are there, but with an invisible world between us.