– Confession – So many times a day I now let myself just cry ... over nothing, not over the news, toxic dumping, competitive moves, or pervasive numbness and dullness (those things make me stunned, fearful, fierce, courageous, and clear), but the tears seem to flow when across the realization of how human we really all are, fragile and strong – oh such beauty – and how we forget that fact when we can’t bow, when busy with power struggles – because then we ride high and proud on our horses trampling over the dead, elders, children and our own broken gift of humanity, oblivious to the destruction we leave behind, as if those houses and churches and lives buried in rubble never existed, as if nothing ever happened, as if we are invincible... this makes me cry.... The botoxed face of Putin, the swollen angry grimace of X or Y, the demanding stride and swing of Will, the famed celebrities basking in their glory as nothing ever could touch them, they all feel better than ever, but Wi
