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For our grandchildren: can we choose life? Will they have clean health-giving air to breathe, sunlight to enjoy? Will they have wholesome foods? Will they be strong and joyous or weakened by racking coughs and deleterious foods? Will their throats burn from the air and their skins from the sun? Will they have lesions or smooth skins and shiny hair? Will their grandchildren survive?

:- Doug.

The problem with these wordings is perhaps that I am trying to both flood out into the spacious openness of the all there is and at the same time to speak precisely. Can one speak precisely about something expanding beyond our grasp?

:- Doug.

Once we can leave our little egos behind and move into the arena where borders and skins and edges dissolve, our identity becomes just that: one and our.

The one and our.

It is not even a mere collective. We are greater than a potful of people, thrashing about. We are one organism, working synchronistically.

:- Doug.