Could it Be?

Could it be,
That once seemed far,
Somewhat out of reach,
Is now within our grasp?
That illusive and seemingly always unattainable beacon of hope,
Is right at our fingertips,
Causing our eyes to blink,
A little salivation,
And our hearts to skip a beat? Love,
Sweet love,
An answer to our prayers,
Infinitely wise,
To be cherished indeed,
The candid expression of both self and selflessness,
A powerful recognition of the full meaning of requited,
Tempting,
Inspiring visions of a wonderful today and the magnificent journey to a remarkable tomorrow,
Hand in hand,
Aboard the voyage of the SS Soul mate,
Passionate to experience,
Every moment,
Savouring each sensation,
The tingling of fingers,
And the butterflies in the stomach,
Conversations that mean something,
In fact,
Everything,
As two lives continue to begin,
Ever reaching new heights,
The only limit our hearts desire and our souls passionate dreams;

Could it be?

A questions answered long ago with the special exchange of a thirst for words and an insatiable hunger for knowledge.

Could it be? It is rhetorical –

For here we are,
Lovers touched by the divine,
Forever believing, faith anew the day this love began – Looking in your eyes!

SDM

My Time of Day

Its so quiet now,
at this hour,
nothing to keep me company at 5:20 am,
except for the sirens in the distance trying to keep my attention,
competing with a chorus of birds songs varied both near and far.
So quiet now that I can see the birds vie for their spot at our feeder
and actually hear the small but powerful beaks breaking their various seeds.
Somewhere off in the distance the sun has already begun its daily tango with this side of the earth, its tones changing from red to orange to now somewhere between those and yellow.
In this time,
my time,
as you sleep comfortably in our bed,
I sit out here listening to the hum of far off traffic;
and then out of nowhere a Cardinal arrives,
looks right at me,
takes its turn at the trough and just lifts away as quickly as it came.
Its amazing what you see when you open your eyes.
Good morning!

SDM

Merciful Angel

Luscious,
Each kiss our lips do make,
Spectacular,
Each tender touch,
Wondrous,
The words we share each day,
Powerful,
This feeling we both know,
Cherished,
Evermore,
Bountiful,
The gifts this love does bring,
Blessed,
By the invisible rings we both share,
Delightful,
To know the Angels swagger,
Rejoiceful,
For we have taken from the platter,
Faithful,
As we will always be,
You are,
A heavenly presence on this earth,
An angel of mercy,
My love.

SDM

My African Brother( or sister you didn't say)... A response to your comment...

"I am surrounded by poverty all around me here in Africa. Bono often refers to this as "stupid poverty". We will have the poor with us ALWAYS."

My friend, poverty is the result of benign neglect, rampant greed and the ability of the west to impose the idea of scarcity on the world. There is no scarcity of the things required to live a life outside of the bonds of poverty. As such, poverty does NOT ALWAYS need to be with us. We merely need to find a way to change attitudes not only in the west but also in those countries of Africa with unscrupulous leaders who rape their own economies for momentary gains.

"However, as a person raised in the West perhaps our responsibility to an impoverished world is to teach our fellow pilgrims on this planet how to fish."

I could not agree with you more. My mother is currently on the ground in Malawi doing just that. In fact she has used those same words as have I on numerous occasions. Her husband (my step father) is also working for one of if not the largest medical provider in that country. A point of which I beam with pride for they are not only teaching how to fish, but how to be families, build communities, love and hope.

"We see the big bucks come and leave this part of the world quicker than you can scratch an itch. Corruption is rampant, lies are the game of the day, and stealing is a lifestyle. Where is God in all this? Is there any hope? How do we reconcile the "professional-style" greed of the West and the greed and envy that is prevelant in Africa? Both are wrong. However, we in the West have a responsibility and the privilege of sharing our blessings with that part of the world that is not as privileged."

I agree with you that big bucks come and go every day. I also believe that the systemic greed that capitalism produces as an ancillary effect is what causes the rampant corruption and lies. All in the name of the almighty dollar (soon to be transplanted by a currency in the east, certainly in our lifetimes, care to hazard a guess which one?)

WHERE IS GOD in all this? I wish I knew! I can tell you that I was raised a catholic (now fallen), have experienced each of the monotheistic religions (a point which is clear if you read all of my work posted here_) I believe fully that one day everyone will be held to account for their actions here on spaceship earth. As to your other point, I try to impart what I know upon the world every day, I speak out against greed, lies, etc. I bemoan the failings of Adam Smith and the resultant economies that were devised from his brain. I KNOW THERE IS A BETTER WAY and one day IF MY VOICE BECOMES LOUD ENOUGH I will be able to aid in getting us to a better system. A fair system. A just system. A system which values individuality over conformity, truth over lies, knowledge over supposition, empowerment over oligarchy. In the absence of that maybe if I can convince one person a year and they in turn convince one person, so on and so forth many moons from today that seed which was planted will reap the rewards of the tree of knowledge of that better system.

"The spirit of helping must be of the mindset that we are giving a hand up and not a hand out. This is not a license to encourage freebies and a welfare system. For this type of thinking the white man is at fault. When will the African be liberated from the ties that currently bind him?"

It is an important point that you've made here. I can give money to anyone and watch it fly out the window. But if I can train someone to enable them to provide for their families (regardless of the currency) that is the result. A HAND UP not out. Although it will be forever reaching to aid the next one up (at least in my case). This reminds me of a quote by Frederick Douglas (Do you know him?) ; "Never let any man pull you so low as to hate him." With that in mind, I don't hate the west, or capitalism or the current structures of power that keep the world running the way it is. I do however live each day with the lofty hope that one day the iniquity that these systems have produced can be replaced with something better. I do agree that the white man is at fault for much of the ills not just in Africa but all over the world. However, we must MOVE BEYOND assessing blame, WE MUST RISE UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF WHAT IT REALLY MEANS TOI BE HUMAN and that is to lift up those that we can EVERYDAY.

To answer the last question Bob Marley (a prophet is ever there was one) once said;

"Until the philosophy which hold one race
Superior and another inferior
Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
Everywhere is war, me say war

That until there are no longer first class
And second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes
Me say war

That until the basic human rights are equally
Guaranteed to all, without regard to race
Dis a war

That until that day
The dream of lasting peace, world citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion
To be persued, but never attained
Now everywhere is war, war

And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
that hold our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique,
South Africa sub-human bondage
Have been toppled, utterly destroyed
Well, everywhere is war, me say war

War in the east, war in the west
War up north, war down south
War, war, rumours of war

And until that day, the African continent
Will not know peace, we Africans will fight
We find it necessary and we know we shall win
As we are confident in the victory

Of good over evil, good over evil, good over evil
Good over evil, good over evil, good over evil"

I hope you read this and understand that I agree WE CAN make a difference with GODs help. It starts with you. My Brother,

SDM

Human History

The catalogues of suffering and misery in the annals of human history are but distant memories to those immersed in the luxurious and contemptible consciousness of the industrialized world. In any sense, despite the obvious hardships inherent in the poorest constituents in the global industrialized world there can be no comparison to those living in abject poverty in the non industrialized world. Some hold that the key is to bring industry to those poorest quarters to free them from the very real economic bondage they are in. Yet what good is industry fueled by the blood, sweat and tears of an uneducated, ill advised and under privileged class to those making our Nike shoes, raising the cattle for our Big Macs or stitching the threading in our Gap clothing. There is little benefit save the usurious wages that our corporations pay them. The true benefit of industrialization in these so called 3rd world nations rests in the hands of the captains of industry that we have crowned with trillions of dollars which serves to benefit a very few specifically privileged pockets. A new trade paradigm is required with a new over sight body which assures that such industrialization does not only serve to fatten the pockets of the often times corrupted 3rd world leaders whose aim is not the economic salvation of their people but rather the building of another great palace or another stable of horses. For more than a hundred years we have pushed full steam ahead with industrialization – We have developed cars, planes, trains, trucks and massive freight boats to service our personal and economic needs – Thus, in effect to service industry; However, in that time we have made only band aid solutions for the gapping wounds known to me as a fundamental disconnect in the distribution of wealth.

The strides taken toward an equitable and fair distribution of wealth have failed; Miserably! Moreover, if no measures are taken to correct the inequity the world as we know it is going to face a very real and hitherto unknown economic war which will serve to further widen the gap between rich and poor, have and have not!

The United Nations collectively agreed upon the basic rights of human beings on the planet earth which was a tremendous step toward a baseline of existence. However, the letter and the spirit of that charter are light years apart. The purpose of our lives is not to produce economic wealth but rather a wealth that aids all humanity in its progress in a positive way. To date, though moderately successful, in certain areas, we have failed to right the many issues facing the perpetuation of our species.


We are starving the poor of this planet through irresponsible choices which have no basis in reality, save the enriching of industrialized lives. We are, depriving those who desperately require food and water so that we can live in our society of abundance. We outright lie through the election of our leaders to the poorest in the world using economic theory as justification. Its too expensive, too difficult, or too whatever –

We put a man on the moon! Shame on us for not finding the clothe and feed those all over the world. Moreover, our standards of education, at a minimum should be promised to any and all who desire it.

Since Adam Smith, the Wealth of Nations, has been an important consideration for the world. However, that wealth is pointless, reckless and indeed shameful if we who have profited unchecked for the last 300 – 500 years can not resolve the issues of our poorest people.

In fact, that wealth is contemptible because we choose, choose to leave those that can not keep up with us behind. We are failing as a species, starving the poor, robbing and choking the planet and history will not look favorably upon us if we don’t right the sins of our father, as well as our own.

Our dream, that we live each day is at the expense of others and as such they live a nightmare that none of us could possibly understand. Lets all wake up and face reality!

SDM

Rhetoic

Coalition of the Willing;
At one time 12 years ago, perhaps,
under different circumstances,
where Saddam had been the aggressor,
Small nations,
New Nations,
Needy nations,
Lining up, standing to be counted with their hands out,
A little aid here and a little aid there:
Coalition of the willing indeed.
Is Saddam a criminal? A tyrant? Dictator? Bastard? Terrorist?
No, No answer necessary – All rhetorical – Back for a moment;
Coalition of the willing; Sure with pockets filling;
Greenbacks, dollars and cents delivered by powerful gents who are anything but gentle –
Strong arm, buying the farm, Oh sure whether a gun to your head or the choice of a comfortable bed,
This coalition is willing to close an eye,
To ignore public opinion, to side step international law –
I wonder truly, the willing,
What do they know?

SDM

The Price of Iraqi Freedom?

Missiles cruised from hundreds of miles away,
toward phantom targets that intelligence thought was real,
the earth trembled as mechanized dinosaurs stormed through sovereign territory –
belonging to the people and not Saddam,
yet it seems they paid the price –
TWICE!

Ferociously for decades, a tyrant ran the show,
stacking the deck with cronies,
if you can call those in perpetual fear for their lives cronies.
Industry –
His –
Oil –
His –
Palaces –
His.
All Iraqis paid a very big price.

The mechanized dinosaurs rapidly advanced and watched cities lit up from the sky,
Iraqi’s initially shocked and awed that yet again,
no matter the intention,
their empire risen from the sand through oil stood shattered.
Now tattered,
confusion abounding
I hear the sounds of demonstration
and I stand confounded from the lessons I’ve learned
from a short lived war that still rages in the hearts and minds of all ages –
In Iraq and indeed around the world.

SDM

Flight of the Bumble Bee

Like the flight of the bumble bee my heart takes zigs and zags
rolling through each day empowered by the sub that is your love:
Should I be a tea rose,
yellow, red or white,
you would come to pollinate me,
Should I be a book you would consume me from cover to cover,
so much that the ink would be fading.
Should I be a telephone,
my heart the receiver and you would dial,
perhaps a movie in which you are the star,
could I be these things and more for you this love does grow,
though words could never show:
Fully!

SDM

Reclaim Democracy

Like a prison inmate deprived of food and water,
I feel the solitary confinement of a soul that’s been left in the cold.
Years pass like ages of iron, locked inside the halls of a mind burdened by the promise of tomorrow that seems lost in yesterdays passed.
In a moment of lucidity I can see the stupidity of a system which has at its core the folly of elected officials.
Officials leaving us wanting from the lies apparently told to us for our own protection.
Yet may I project my objection to a system led astray for which millions have suffered on both sides of the global maginot line.
Like the secretly reemerged German army post the Treaty of Versailles,
an army illegitimate is forming right before our eyes.
We vote for leaders electing our collective fate,
but who really puts them there with dinners at 500 bucks a plate.

Inside my mind I am witness to the erosion of the social contract,
as the leviathan of dollars and cents,
preferably American,
slowly but surely secure a greater share in the corridors of power,
not just at my expense, but all of ours
and I am here to state;
RECLAIM DEMOCRACY from the CEO’s,
claim your VOTE back from faceless cash hungry corporations
trying to sell you shoes, TV’s, DVD’s, Food, Pens and even the news.
For each of those have powerful lobbyists in the marble rotundas and your VOTE is supposed to be YOURS.

So from my cell called private property I implore you to consider –

Who’s lobbying for you?
What does your vote really count for?
Are you sure your votes even being counted because I am sure that Phil Knight’s has and I’m not sure why.

I’ve written a cheque, but is democracies bottom line balanced – Ask the folks at Enron or Worldcom.

SDM

Meaning

Short ones,
Long ones,
A hundred words or more,
It really doesn’t matter,
The meaning goes beyond the page,
The ink like blood,
The pages and binding like a body,
In here my soul can be seen,
If you doubt for a moment,
The sincerity, depth and breadth of this love,
Flip to any page,
In any body,
And all the words to fill you,
Take a breath,
And carefully look at all that you inspire,
My confidant, best friend and muse,
Who always shows me the light,
Blessed with talent,
Yet also with your love,
All you need do,
Is flip, pick and read,
I can guarantee,
More than all,
In these words,
Short ones,
Long ones,
One page or more,
You will find the answers that you need.

SDM

Fu Qin 父亲

You have become the destroyer of worlds,
or was it always that way;
Quitter,
Bull shitter,
Liar,
Thief,

Broken;

All flowers you touch wilt,
your children,
of your design,
you have shamed them,
beaten them,
emotionally strangled them,
you have used one against the other,
you have violated their most intimate relationships,
and yet you demand their love,
you expect their respect,
you want the worlds esteem;

WELL NO MORE!

I see you for what you are,
what you reveal,
and what you hide deep within the bowels of your own soul, even from those closest to you
I see what you pretend to be,
I see what you've become,
but more importantly what you always appear to have been.

WHEN DID IT HAPPEN?

Do you even know?
Do you remember the moment,
that you sold your soul,
like Midas,
save that your touch is not golden,
more like an acid,
corrosive,
eating away at all you touch,
especially those closest to you who had no choice;

WELL NO MORE.

I can no longer stand on the sideline,
as you use me,
abuse me,
play me against those I love most,
play me for a fool,
no more I say.

For you were supposed to be the one to nurture,
protect,
raise me to the light,
and as I look back I see only the darkness,
an abyss from which I have always tried to escape,
a mental purgatory,
that you created,
manipulated,
string puller,
but I must live with it,
until now (though the scars that no one sees haunt my every day);

NO MORE!

Do you hear me?

Finished...

As to be a man,
there are things that we must do,
responsibilities that we must bear,
well those of us that are still clinging to our soul,
but not you,
I fear that you gave that up long ago.

Depressed,
I bet,
and for good reason,
and now I expect you to live with it,
for all those you've hurt,
for all those you continue to haunt,
with promises of everything,
illusions of more,
and delivery of nothing,
and nothingness,
A long life I hope.

be depressed,
live long with it,
struggle on,
because despite all you have done,
or not done,
as the case may be,
I stand witness,
as do all my siblings,
each with our own faults, but not like yours,
to the triumph of Good over Evil.

Fu Qin indeed! 父亲

SDM

A Whore for an Uncle

Uncle Sam wants you! Believe that is true. From his lofty position of relatively unopposed stately greatness Uncle Sam wants you – Absolutely –

He wants your hearts and minds so that he can effect regime change for the will of his nations is a power unimaginable. He wants your sons and daughters to raise up in his arms so he can teach them how to kill in the name of peace to once again make the world safe for democracy. He wants you to drive your SUV to work taking the long way home. He wants you to live like normal with out truly knowing what normal is. He wants you to write a check or pay in cash your taxes so that your sons and daughters can have a potentially lethal one way ticket to a desert graveyard half a world away – So that he can send through the air like an eagle stalking its prey, B – 52’s, F – 16’s and A – 10’s while his mechanized tigers draw ever nearer to a foreign capital.

He wants you to walk proudly with your head held high, he wants you to watch CNN while your sons and daughters ride highway nine towards an intelligence reported red line. A red line indeed, red like blood, soon to flow most assuredly as do the Tigris and the Euphrates. But in his zealousness he’ll be hasty in sanitizing the message even more, no matter what station you turn to he’ll ensure that from under his thumb you won’t see your sons and daughters slaughtered, but you’ll see Iraq’s sons and daughters. You’d think Uncle Sam got the point when Uncle Ho and company experientially showed him and his generals the power of people fighting for their own homeland rather than foreign policy and national interest.

No matter the talking head or the slight difference in the message Uncle Sam wants to make sure its his message complete with new video and damage assessments. At home, Uncle Sam’s wants you to support the troops. He wants you to allow the erosion of tradition even in the 7th inning stretch so that the enemy feels the might of his will, with God bless America each and every night.

He wants you to buy duct tape, plastic sheeting, gas masks, chemical suits and terror alerts because Uncle Sam knows the repose to his war will be felt close to home and it already has – Sons and daughters dying while Snickers we consume; While we should be paying attention to the snickers of the globe – But don’t.

Uncle Sam wants you to buy, then buy some more, consumers all missing the score: Good guys 1, bad guys 1 – Its all the same in this age old game.

Uncle Sam’s your friend, he’ll shelter you, don’t worry my friends, he knows what to do – Doesn’t he? So Uncle Same should know September 11th was just for show. To let the world know that the ivory tower you used to sit, no matter how large your arsenal can always be hit and will.

He wants us to consume, to buy and sell, he wants our sons and daughters to pay the price, he wants us to believe he’s nice, but come now, this seems so much, lets call a spade a spade – Uncle Sam is a greedy bastard and more like the drunk uncle bob we all know and have except he’s drunk on consumption and power while your sons and daughters die by the hour.

Uncle Sam, you greedy self serving prick and our collective conscience is so very sick and we’re tired of the lies, personally I’m not buying anymore, so away from me: Uncle Whore!

SDM

Patiently 31

Patiently,
Teaching love,
Requires a tender heart,
Thank God for you,
With a spirit shinning,
I am finding,
The message in your embrace,
Tenderly,
Holding onto faith,
Sharing belief,
Together,
Following a path,
Like footprints in the sand,
A new found respect,
For the divine plan,
I love you,
For being the woman you are,
Carefully pointing the way,
To inner salvation,
Leading to outer shared joy,
Thank you,
For all that you are,
Patiently learning me,
Life.

SDM

Curious

Curious –
As I usually am –
At this moment I wonder –
Who in their right mind could be pro – war?
Pro – War?
What exactly does that mean?
Pro – death?
Pro bombs, missiles, bullets and what?
Pro – blood shed, pro – tank;
Pro the usurpation of the rights of humanity?
Of course I can understand the sentiment to support our troops
or the will of the American President.
But Pro – War?
What kind of a fool would say that they are pro – war?
Unless of course its Lockheed Martin, Boeing, Dupont, Dynamics (General) or more –
surely the weight of dollars in their pockets contribute to their rallying cry for war –
Pro – war though?
I am for the removal of Saddam or any other tyrant,
pro – freedom,
pro – choice,
pro – rights,
pro – democracy and pro a better tomorrow,
But I will never be,
pro – war –
Will you?

SDM

Red

My words on this page, the expression of thoughts floating through my mind like the Coalition of the Willings precision guided weapons;
Every bit as powerful as the intended shock and awe as an intellectual assault is about to make you uncomfortable.

I’m sorry,
Except that I’m not, as to my belief, these thoughts are at least part of what the world needs now.

Heavy, the burden on my soul, to feel the plight of an entire region that has not known peace since the beginning of what we call time.
Even without the interference and resolve of the likes of Bush and Blair the fuse on this powder keg was lit long ago.
I sit, awaiting the awful truth, that this is but the next falling point on a very slippery slope. Slippery from the crimson stain of blood that for millennia has run in the streets like rain.
Collecting in the sewers on the streets that I live.

It is visible to the naked eye that the sand is blood soaked and will soon boil over to the surface. That surface being another plateau which behind our own benign neglect we still will fail to correct the long standing iniquity of humanity. The result of which will surely be a fuse that is that much shorter.

Perhaps, and I pray first, and hope second, that years from now these will look like words that rang a bell that needn’t ring, But I fear, deep down, that reality, our reality, shared collectively will show that the next fall on the slippery slope will stain us all;

Red!

SDM

Speed of Light

Like Einstein I imagine myself shooting through the universe at the speed of light.
Searching for some meaning to this life.
As I approach earth I can feel its pain, knowing that it is bleeding oil, which is leading us to death.

Back on earth at a much more understandable speed I can hear the planet choking one rev at a time.
We design machines with fail safes and shut down at the red line yet somehow can’t seem to see the red line when it comes to our thirst for oil.
Technology advances rendering ever more efficient machines that once were just the things of dreams or science fiction.
One small step for man who still seems to fall on his face which is why we’re searching deep in space.
For as all the dinosaur bones dry up and the sky becomes dark as night, we’re killing ourselves slowly despite our greatest might.
We have the wonder of our brain and yet the more things change, the more WE stay the same, so I’d like to return to the speed of light because out there in the darkness of space...

SDM

If you want it...

Through relativity we understand all things.
But, certain things we still have little or no possible conception of.
For example, the earth is absolutely huge yet in the scope of the universe, it, like us is a speck of sand on a massive beach. We are free to roam this earth and now so too do we roam through space, trying to understand just how big this beach is.

Think of the universe as a city, a really big city. In that context think of the planet earth as one little block, an expansive block of six billion interrelated yet practically unknown neighbors. Wouldn’t it be nice if somehow, someway, each of us specks of sand on our block in our cosmic beach could somehow understand the message of history learning the pressing lessons before the deadline called extinction hits us with a tone of finality?

It seems clear that in this age of half truths and fear mongering that there is an absolute assault on the collective morale of our species. As the corporate chieftains of the industrialized world are detailing the newest car or shoe or television or Big Mac they are willingly transforming through corruption and greed the course that this planet will take. Yet perhaps in the exposure of the hidden lies that dramatically affect each of our connected lives we can seek and discover new systems. From the promise of a new day and the safety of our desire to improve the human condition perhaps we can tear down our past failures creating a new enclosure which promises to deliver on age old hopes. Clearly, while we are dangling on a very thin thread it might, might be possible through graphic truth to undo the collective littering on our block.

With this in mind and in your heart, in this movement to a better world I hope that I may recruit you to change the course that we are taking by opening, completely and fully access to truth rather than the lay away installments that our current system allows.

By common agreement we can change the world. By common agreement we can right the future by paying close attention to the many lies of history. Our tactic; freedom of conscience, all you have to do is as Lennon and Ono suggested;

War is Over

(If you want it)

Lets give this world a chance.

SDM

Pools of Reflection

Tears well up in my eyes,
dropping to the floor collecting,
in a salty pool from which the reflection is muddled
as today,
the world is different,
not just seemingly,
but is,
truly different.
Tears,
streaming to the floor
reflecting pools now this war has begun,
debate is underway,
so now curious about the pools of blood and pools of oil that are sure to come
while Tomahawks chop and rhetoric sticks like a knife.
All rationale,
all we know points to the necessity to unseat Saddam,
the only question is timing and only history can let us know why now,
with the benefit of hindsight,
20/20,
but not in 60 minutes because the last 48 hours are showing
the Inside Edition of the Nightline
from Dateline Baghdad,
Shock and awe,
Reflecting pools pure as tears,
choking our environment with dinosaur bones tainted by blood;
Tears well up,
Tonight!

SDM

C TJ H

Champion of my soul,
Helping me to see,
All the worlds a stage,
Revealing all that’s me,
Mountains moved, Angels sing,
Inside this spirited soul,
Now and again my love,
Evolves and really grows,
Tomorrow is another day,
Just you wait and see,
Here with you, All I do,
Making movies in my mind,
Pretending no more,
In your true love I find,
Looking inside your soul,
Only you have the power,
Virtuous and wonderful,
Evermore no longer a dream,
But a reality!
Your love remarkable; Only for you is mine,
Under God’s great sky our love is so divine.

SDM

They...

They, whoever they are, say that time can heal all wounds, so I wonder if this gapping gash will be overcome. Our history shows us a past filled with mayhem and destruction, chaos by our design and from it we are supposed to learn. But do we? It is the result of this question that I am truly concerned, when will we engage history as a beacon, like the lighthouse at Alexandria, to guide us into the port of our future, by our design and choice. Histories record could be the gateway to a world we all desire, yet today seems to stand in our way. It could be so easy, to change our ways, allowing history to be our torch, blazing a path into a tomorrow we all have a vested interest in: But I fear our ignorance and temporary truth will be our greatest enemy. For without understanding we are lost in time.

SDM