This is no utopia as sure as the rich desire; it is filled with hatreds, the forgeiture of loss, the gains of pride, and the symbolic achievements but little else.
We dance with a skeleton our whole lives and never stop to look the skull in the eyes, where we would see our true selves, born to live and struggle, struggling to die.
And the grand visioon debases itself everytime it includes violence and control. Many here among us have lost the fineries of existence such as happiness, kindness, and respect.
This is an open plea for dignity in the face of death that has intertwined our living. This is an open plea that you stop what you are doing. It is not too late, now is never too late.
Begin to see the stillness in motion and the motion in stillness, how it capitulates itself to our identity and how our identity is based on nothing but laws and potporri for effect.