This is how the echo goes, it trails on past anything that's agonizing and moves it into something that is heavenly, for how else could it be my friends that we are here in the least if not to salvage the damage we've done and are doing to Home and our Kind, all Kind. There's a private shame in that we need to reckon with and cleanse ourselves, all others, all things cleansed as intended. Then our celebration can begin, not the celebration of the self, but a celebration of all life! Celebrating good times will come if we'll but cleanse our own foul use of the planet right where we are... Do so and hear the song begin... Do not be afraid, says the Wind. Do not be afraid of the song, set all sights to Heavenly and we shall be made to act accordingly... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime