ramble on, monday.

'Never let being comfortable get in the way of having a great experience.'

We are a nation full of ourselves and full of some kind of need for infinite comfort.  There aren't many chicks I know who will get down and dirty in the actual dirt.  Also, we seem to think that it's okay for all of our food to be produced by somebody else we'll never meet. One of the sad and obvious ways I can tell the class system (read: monarchy) is still alive and well. No matter how many times the 'commons' come together to overthrow an over indulged autocrat, they still seem to pop back up. SO MANY HEADS. Why? Because everyone wants their shot at having more than everyone else. Because humans are selfish, greedy creatures who, at the moment, are being told that it's okay to be selfish and greedy.  To be on top, to be first and to sell it for the highest profit so one can exploit others who haven't 'made it'.

None of our inherent kindness, generosity or ingenuity of spirit are being asked to come out and play. That would make us moral, and we would have to admit that our diamonds are covered in blood, our chocolate tainted with the ghosts of children who never tasted it and that our food is carrying the hunger of hundreds as they work the fields for less than a penny.

Acceptable risk. Acceptable death. Acceptable to whom? Which of your children will you sell to a mine today, so that the rest of your family may eat? That kind of talk gets me labeled as a 'bleeding heart'. It's meant to be a derogatory term, just like 'dirty hippie' and 'treehugger'. Labels. Judgments passed upon me by those who would not be judged. I'm not a Christian. In fact, I'm pretty much an atheist. But that does not, for one second, mean I don't believe everyone on this planet is connected by a mutual energy. It means I understand why praying en-masse is powerful, and why some people feel they've been touched by the Almighty, or have been spoken to. It is the power of humanity, come together in a symphony of peaceful desires, loving thoughts and desperate entreaties for help.

When my daughter was placed in my hands and I saw her face, I knew that it was time for me to admit I don't like the world the way it is.  I don't like it, and I don't want Ro to think the death of a child or the rape of a country for natural resources under the guise of assistance or war is 'acceptable'. I don't want her to believe she is entitled to more because of her intelligence or beauty, or her connections. I want her to realize that we are born needing love and that never changes. We are children until the day we die, but are often programmed to forget it.

It would be wondrous to me if women were just allowed to be.  To be feminine, but to have their masculine qualities as well.  I feel the same for men. Men who never became the amazing people they could have been because of labels like 'fag' and 'sissy' when they evidence their femininity. We are handicapping our amazing populace. We are removing the possibility of progress and invention. We are electronically numbing ourselves to the reality: we are a country of haves and have nots. The haves don't care.  Do you?