We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
One thing human beings now all share in common is a love of hope. Clear the smoke and gas and we are all naked fleshy soft humans vulnerable and hopeful, I don't care who you are, you see a light in front of you, you go for it, and don't trust the darkness, what ever that is, there is no time for that anyway, hope will carry the day, not cynicism, as long as I live we will march in that dirrection, and it will look different then the golden arches, or a super dome, and it won't be too fancy, you'll see.
To me Russia is the big bannana land mass, you love to imagine everything there, all that could be, is somehow found right there, till I happen upon a cave, a gaping mouth like hole, with horror I fall backwards, as if all the colors in the world had been drained out, and its blackness eating upon itself and dead tanks littering its soil.
It's strange to create an accepted or acceptable equation and not really understand it myself. Then other people can't really understand it either. One thing for sure is that a clock tells time, but according to physics it is not time. This comes about when there is no clear division between past, present and future.
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