We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
We might be in a supernatural reality but never know it. As knowledge increases it may become evident that "Real" is not such a great word but a centrist word that our ego likes. This prevents us humans when we encounter "The Twilight Zone" and run from it. In the case of ghosts a building is boarded up and nobody talks about what happened. Such is the case of the closing of a Bar in Chico California. Are we mice or men?
The Puritans believed far more in death then sex, but I loved them anyway. Together we avoided sin and prepared for a painful death and the meeting of Jesus on the other side. In play acting we would give warm hugs to each other without getting too close or to cause dancing. The crosses on the graves were things of beauty and being Jesus felt fine.
I am still caught between worlds, a burbbling pool of lost innocence, yet returning from the hole, my life renewed and slightly dirty, looked upon a if an apparition glowing green in brightest sun beams, and shattered glass cleaned from cement and chalk from abandoned black boards that read of bloody shame, the frozen bodies of youth and black spots of death upon the rest of em, and setting suns for years blaze across the earth for plants and birds and the grave yards on Colma Hills.
If I never hear thank you, I am sure humans are crass enough to push the button and other war buttons. I taught a Latino man English for free and that did produce gratitude. So yes one time I got to feel gratitude from someone. Still I don't think that speaks volumes about the actual humanity of humanity as far as buttons go!
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