And still, I'm thinking. Pondering days gone by. Remembering a more peaceful time.
Thinking back to the good ol'days when there was love and peace abundant at one of my favorite internet hangouts. Good times. I cannot recall all the instances when the "cool kids" there accused me of being a closeted liberal - a charge I didn't ever deny, btw.
My, how times change.
That place is overpopulated with partisan parrotheads and I'm too wrapped up in my own personal struggles to pass the peacepipe and exchange wisecracks with some of the "longtimers", who once spread some love, there. Until I get passed the overwhelming urge to serve a fucking stupid, racist redneck his just rewards, I can't be any kind of messenger of & there.
I did some unscientific polling of a jury said redneck's peers and the verdict is in:
I cling to a promise made; a promise to abstain from the familiar ways of the god of war.
If there is to ever be an end to perpetual war, then it begins with you and me.
The turmoil within continues to squelch any message I might have.
I wrestle. [link]
Just because I am weak doesn't mean you must be. Take every opportunity presented you to love somebody. Love'em like lives depended on it - like world peace will grow from the seeds of love you sow.
Because lives do depend on you and your love for others.
And those seeds of love will indeed bloom into the flower gaia that we long to see.