THIS IS A HARD ONE....

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This is a most difficult post to write because it deals with higher-level ideas, and not everyone is equipped to deal with such, which is making it hard for me to approach. I don't know if I can even get the point across.

Ray Bradbury, in 1948, published a short story (14 pages) called "Tomorrow's Child." A partial plot summary follows:

"Tomorrow's Child is a futuristic story about a child that is born into an alternate dimension due to the malfunction of a new birth procedure machine.  The story is told in third person, but switches between the regular dimension, and the alternate dimension in which the baby is born.  Dr. Wolcott and his team of doctors at the local hospital have never seen anything like this before, and insist on testing the physical and mental attributes of this little blue six-arm-pyramid-baby named Py (short for "pyramid").

 "Peter Horn, Py's father, is reluctant at first to giving care to Py, calling him "a crime against god," but eventually accepts that this is his son, no matter the physical form of his being.  Unlike her husband, Polly Horn, Py's mother, immediately takes to Py and treats him just as she would if he were in any other form.  After clearance from the hospital to leave, Peter flies Polly and Py home in their helicopter, while Polly holds Py.  Polly seems to notice that Py makes "cooing" in response to her, almost like he can understand her.

"At this point, the story switches to Py's dimension.  Where in the regular dimension, everyone sees Py as a six-limbed pyramid, Py sees himself as what we believe a normal baby of the regular dimension looks like.  Py sees everyone around him as geometric shapes, Peter as a hexagon, and Polly as a rectangular prism.  He is able to recognize the shapes that he sees most often, and the ones he sees less often.  He becomes close with the hexagon and the prism, and recognizes the square that comes once every few days and looks at him.  Py is curious about the machine he gets plugged into, and all the moving lines, flashing lights, and beeps that fill the environment." (google.com)

There's more, but in the unlikely event that someone wants to read it, I don't want to give any spoilers.

Here comes the difficult part. People today are of two schools re: tRump. People either love him or hate him. There is no middle ground.

We see and hear the same things about the #trumppandemic (currently 168,445 fellow Americans dead), unemployment, evictions, loss of health care, crude nastiness, lack of leadership, lies, businesses closing, more lies, etc., etc., etc.

One 'side' is appalled (#themanwhodestroyedamerica). The other still fully supports him and cheers him on (he says what he means).

Now, the point of this whole thing: I am not a stupid person. Seeing what I see, I have to ask, "What color is the sky where you are?"