The better world winner is still yet to be determined!

It is a hard question

Who

And what really makes a

Difference

But people do things

And I know they do

I hope soon that I will

Choose

A light that brightens

To throw my support

Here are more

Proofs

Of a world that cares

To build a better

World

Hello out there?

You want a better world, one thing..

Spend at least 200 times more time in a state of kindness to yourself and others than entertain some negative emotion.   And be weary of time since death is a reality?

Say something smarco?

The need for barf bags has gone way down, and a mystery, a barf bag?  Is this bag disguised to hide my offending inner release,  flowers inside scented and divine.  This could be fun, perhaps a good time.  A time for long academic lectures and rotten cabbages.  To learn what dreams are made of,   Where are the sailors now?  On an island somewhere?  Relish the new coconut water and new coconut shampoo, for a more jungly you,  to smell good.   And to be good person with shiny coconut hair.  Yea, I'm there.  Sign me up!

Some kind of creative genius factory may get my vote of massive support.

I am still seeking for the make a better world personal commitment prize of distinguishing prestigious honor.

On shady days

I escaped 

Nothing in the dark city

Anyways

Just a few stops along the

Way

It was a suckers journey

Yet morally

Principled?


The sound of ice forming

Maybe goat is happy

As if this

Was a very exciting time

Ads rotated with paint

Pink and thrilling!!!

Not the metropolis...

Coming down

Here on treasure island

If only greed was hunger

Or love was a lover

Coming down

It has to be

It has to be

My imagination

Cold has nothing precious

Though heartless ambitions

Ships for sale

An empty bay

Below the hill are cars

With fading lights

And celebrity stars

An empty bay

Dusky internet cafe's

Wheels turning.

Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.