Now, a fork in the road that I have been contemplating with increasing frequency lately...

It is great to love, of course. It is wonderful and appropriate to be kind and patient and understanding. And it demonstrates more accurately the love and respect for truth and humanity that's at the core of the anarchist position.

They are our family, they care for us. They are our friends, they make our lives fun and full. They would give us the shift off their back, or their last dime. We've known them so long, they are gentle and kind, and respectful and trustworthy. We love them, and they love us...

Or at least they think they do. These people - if we can even call them that, given that they do not exercise the very things that differentiate man from a brute beast, namely critical discernment, morality, and self-awareness - are destroying the world through their negligence. They are enslaving us and our children, not only by accident, but because they want something or fear something. They are doing this to us personally, and they know that they are because we've told them, and they won't do anything about it.

It's active ignorance, not passive, because they refuse to carry the conversation all the way to the core principles at play, despite our imploring them with ever fiber of our being. They are aggressors, whether they know it or not, and justice would see them dealt with like aggressors. They deserve no better, because they've been told, and they simply don't care - not about truth, not about you, not their own flesh and blood, or even themselves. Not when it comes to this. They can love only but so far; they won't give up the world they know, not for anyone.

Ahem... And so you see the dilemma. By rights, these people should not know a moment's peace until they desist; until they acknowledge, understand, and commit to morality. Aren't we enabling them? Would we laugh with these people if they tried to sleep with our wife, or stole our car, and were unabashedly unrepentant?

And yet, what they are doing is far worse, and we talk, talk, talk, but do nothing. What message does that send? We're saying "enslaving humanity is better than making a pass at my wife". And what's worse, we truly believe that, as our actions clearly demonstrate. Shall we not be known by our fruits? Does not what we are thunder so loudly in their ears that they cannot hear what we say?

This notion troubles me deeply. Something to think about in earnest.