Project Description

I’m a little blue this morning. Right now everywhere we look the forces of self are in the ascension. I wrote, “You used to fear the anti-Christ, now you call him boss,” but what good is a poem like that? What good will that do the world, or only me? One day the behaviour of attack he personifies will be so far out of favour we’ll say, “You’re trumping me. Don’t trump me.” One day. I’ll have to wait. What I can do, the sacrifice I can make in the face of this rising attack mentality, this “All for one and all for one” mindset so many seem to be celebrating at the moment, what I can do is this: I can be happy. And I can share it. And so I do.