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 The Forces of Nature are bigger than us, I wrote about that in my Aug 23 entry.

We humans are small, helpless and terrified, in the face of them. These forces are hitting huge parts of the country this week all at once. People are dying, being displaced – we are getting to experience huge disasters and devastation here in America. It’s happening close by, not just in India, Germany, China, Greece etc. And more will be on the way.

Today Nicky and I shared how unsettled we have felt, how rattled, and we both exclaimed: Who needs Wars! Lets put all arms down, from now on we don’t have time for wars, so much needs to be done. Saving lives and people and animals, the trapped, the hungry, the old, the disabled, the babies, the sick, the homeless, the displaced, the stranger, the stranded, the drowning, the evacuated, the injured, the other…. We don’t have time anymore for wars. We need armies of helpers, protectors, caregivers… everyone could be allowed to do a year of community work, disaster help...

It is time that we start to understand what a true warrior is. Protecting and helping others, caring for the larger community, responding to need. Growing a big heart, being creative and brave. It might cure us from our addictions to being competitive, aggressive, greedy, angry, fearful, self-obsessed, and depressed.

"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret:

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly,

what is essential is invisible to the eye."

Said the fox in Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's children book "The Little Prince"

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