We stand at the edge
We stand at the edge, having come here feeling our way. We peer over the edge into the unknown, fearing and loving in a confused mix. We look back over our safe past…but never was it safe, was it? We came through our species’ childhood in caves with crawly things and around fires to keep the howling at bay. We came to our youth of creating commerce…and slaves and wars. We have learned…but what have we learned? Is there a place for peace, a place for love, a place for a world each one of us—and all of us together—wants? What do we see? What can we see? For this abyss we stare into is our own eyes. Can we see? What do we want to see? Will we see in time—you and I?
:- Doug.
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