This is National Novel Writing and Alzheimer's Disease Awareness Month The land is not for sale. We do not own the water. We cannot have the air, the green leaves are on the house. If everything falls away, we’ll not obtain a refund, we’ll not seek a reckoning, save the one that’s for ourselves. And when we do arrive, our great noise comes along with us and shakes the heart and limbs, rattles the foundation left to us as a gift. Let us remember, laughter’s our elixir, do not pilfer our joy. Forget about the inflexible word, instead, delight in our connection, it’s the only real thing we know. The ego needs to be lowered like the rope and pail in a well, wash away our sense of ownership lifted by our own hand. The only thing we possess is leased, save for free will. Let us remember, laughter seeks us out as we search for laughter. We are meant to love. Love, in our brightest and darkest days, laughter, the bright blue sky, our blood, the stain upon the streets. Let us reme
(The Weaver's Song)