is it so difficult to smile?
is it so difficult to be polite?
is it so difficult to care about a stranger?
the well-being of your neighbor is your well-being
although it may seem that our lives are so independent from one another
you are mistaken if you think that what doesn't happen to you individually will have no bearing on your life
every incident of human contact and action taken by you gets added to the collective spirit of humanity
this spirit of humanity forms the basis of the culture of the masses in which you interact in every single day
though this spirit of humanity is manipulated and influenced by economic and corporate powers
it is the decisions and the actions that we put in motion as individuals that forms the contextual matter of society
there is tremendous healing that must be done if we are to survive as a civilization
we must identify the elements of society and socialization that promote dis concern for each other
hyper-individualism is unhealthy
the key to life is BALANCE
anything and everything in excess is bad
think of the structures of life on Earth
think of the biological functions that keep you alive
power, money and the human ego will be the demise of civilization

i took my child by the hand to the highest cliff overlooking humanity.
we found a large withered old log and sat at its rusty end, dislodging it a bit from its muddy roots
i explained to her what i could and she responded in the most tender of voices that she was scared of the future
i wrapped my arms around her tiny shoulders and felt her tremble
because she understood what was at stake
we sat for hours talking quietly and picking blades of grass and dried leaves, crumpling them in our palms
the analogies that we devised within those hours sitting atop that cliff were of the most painfully ironic nature
to our astonishment at how the time had passed, the bright sun was blocked and a great shadow enveloped us like a giant cloak
it was time for me to go home
i quickly kissed her on the cheek and told her that i loved her and that i would return someday
at this time a giant bird of the most monstrous size and wingspan gently grasped on to my shoulders with his gigantic shiny onyx claws
i waved goodbye to my daughter as she cried a tear and placed it on the wings of a butterfly which she sent up to me
we soared into the blue sky and climbed into the sun finding refuge in light and warmth
sitting here quietly in my humble abode i can still hear my daughter exclaim in her tiny whisper as she gazed upwards of the sky " . . . que altovalsol ! "