“How do I protect them?” I asked, looking out at the pale smear of post-storm clouds across a strained blue sky.
The answer filtered through in feelings, not words. The kindness offered to stranger and friend alike. The patience when it is all too easy to be impatient. The willingness to stand up and address the tiny things that are wrong day to day – the judgment, the derogatory jokes, the bigotry, the fear-turning-to-anger-turning-to-hate.
This is everyday ma’at, these small acts, these few words. This is the ma’at that goes on to combat isfet and slowly shift the balance, drop by drop, grain by grain.
Gandalf has it right. Even though most of us don’t individually wield great power, we can together still make the vital difference.