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A GLOBAL DESTINY … MAY BE … MAYBE

Indeed we ought learn; and not just from the Jain and the Jesuits nor just from
prophets and peers. Ergo Arthur dreams
and he and his intergalactic dream weavers write of what’s dreamt … for from
dreams … dreamers … realize … dreams.

Art’s thirty poems in thirty days are meant to plant a seed. Taken from the Council’s
manuscript, they’re a fair summary of the rest of the text.
Accordingly, NOW HEAR THIS: The rest of the Council’s proudly populist civil
manifesto … is meant to … someday … be a text.

The Wine and Cheese Miracles is a manuscript that begs all … “To be or not to be?”;
it is a question that is, as a plan in itself, an insightfully
wise way to inter-connect, to help, to get help, to learn, earn and prosper … to be …
in peace. To so be … be … connectedly.

Given human nature and the irrational ‘rational’ interests that form the bedrock
principles that determine our international
policies there’s no reason to believe that greed, monopolies and corporate stocks
of the enfranchised … will be helpful.

For many it shan’t sit well. For many of the many, riches out of proportion
to equitable principles is all the birthright
that matters. Powers that be have always been; equitable redistribution …
aimed at righting wrongs … is wrong … alright.

So no one ought hold their breath awaiting a presidential responses to what ought be
of utmost concern to everybody … everywhere …
not just Americans. What if we cast off blinders and opened eyes? Would we see
beyond trees … the forest? … Shall we so dare?

The Holy Scriptures, Rick’s tome respecting our individual purposes, Tony’s
on near instantaneous, positive changes in
conduct, Nelson’s Truth and Reconciliation Commissions and the Sexy
Six’s on kinship, auger … we may act … akin.

Rick and Tony eloquently potentiate a hopeful reality; for if destinies
individually may be purposefully forged,
ipso facto, so may we forge regional destinies …. A global destiny
we may … by His Grace … communally forge.

A DEDICATION … TO HUMANITY

Dedicated to a humiliatingly humbled humanity, the essence of every man, woman
and child ever created in His Holy image;
more than any other word, it defines us. Ere we were African, we were human.
Knowledge and language, span our … stages.

Dedicated to a Mother Earth, desecrated; a God-given light, in a rock,
in a bubble, within a vast abyss, become by
His power, our home; become, by our ignorance, landfill, toilet, and earthenware crock.
Both Earth and humanity live, but to someday, by and by … die.

Dedicated to the ninety-nine percent, jumbled, who toil for scraps from the banquets
of the percent whom justify their entitlement
as God-given; and to those of the percent too, whom share the mindset that our planet
begs more sustenance, and less … armaments.

Dedicated to the exasperated one percent of us whom, to some degree,
worry re global prospects and/or work towards our
expiation; and to those of the ninety-nine percent too, whom, disconnected, see
not forests’ vastness, for trees that … tower.

Dedicated to the one hundred percent that are only apparently powerless
and may expand their carbon imprints … positively.
Dedicated to our individual purposes within God’s plan for us,
to duly evolve … spiritually.

Dedicated to a bigger picture that is, increasingly, coming into view
just as smaller pictures, seven billion plus surreal
realities, increasingly overwhelm us. Coming down to the wire, then, anew,
this roiling stew, our fate, does duly … seal.

Dedicated to communalism, a synonym of communism, a word heavy
with baggage. Call it what you will, working together
is the common-sense cure for what ails us. Reason, without more, shall never be
how best to get from here to … there.

Dedicated, therefore, gratefully as well, to all of the animal denizens
of this Animal Planet. Ought we not wisely learn
from the Jain, whom sweep as they walk, in rapt reverence of all of the denizens
in the circle of life. Ought we not … learn?