Must there be a history to things?

(Not if one forgets.)

Perhaps our memories are the culprit, they flout our dreams with fearful tones and may even bring us to do the unexpected and the undesirable?

(If the unexpected is kindness, then humanity is just now evolving and well shy of their goal of kindness.)

Then let us rise up with them, not as warriors, but as peacemakers and peacekeepers!

Imagine the change that would come if we were to institute a time in the day where we and our loudest machines go silent. Let nature rest, give it its night back, silent our noisemaking and allow it to provide for our needs and our dreams...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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