When thought and feeling come from the depth of the soul.
As I try to navigate the networks of internet, global consciousness, and the extraordinary chaos of information and the cacophony of individuals trying to be heard, I feel as humble as a grain of sand on a vast and infinite beach. Nothing I feel or think or emote, has a shred of importance or meaning. Yet I reach out in a desperate attempt to be touched.
I am you and you are me. We are threads in an infinite blanket. Not the threads that hold the blanket together, but essential. Peace and goodwill. Love and fellowship.