I don’t know what is wrong with this place here. With its people. Always, always when I feel the unspoken cracks rive deeper the gaps devouring me, crushing hope and belief in what someday was decided for us to be good and therefore bad… someone comes along and reminds me in a nearly natural simplicity – which I suppose someday was titled humanity – that life enhances deeper than happiness or love or sadness or despair. It is an empathetic process of permanent reconciliation with self and ego. With you and me, with us and not a them. 7 billion worlds and I am connected. Because of your worlds who invite and welcome me as the world I am, every day.