Who are we?

The next time you try to pull a rabbit out of the hat, think hard about the illusion because sometimes tricks are not. We live in a world where governments are run by a man with a red nose to preach democracy in the name of capitalism. Our pursuits are of corporation aspirations, my company against yours, monopolize not to share or make a billion every year until each book of inheritance bears a son.

Who are we exactly? And I mean not what some hot shot therapist who was high on his yoga extensions told you. We are kept busy not to know ourselves. All we do is run the same toothpaste down the throat to pull a sock in the office to impress our bosses so that someday they might give us a corner office with a genuine leather “throne” chair to view the bloody city from a bigger angle of the glass.

Belong or be gone? The dust cloud behind our troubles in the sense of identity is artificial. I’ll tell you what we are not. We are not slaves but chained with addiction to what we can live without and we are not fools but married to silk curtains of pleasure over our faces.

We are a great nation of survivors, articulate people at mastery, sweet at heart, warm at an eye, caring at a touch, and lovely at a thought, passionate at a heartbeat and compassionate with hospitality