Is the claiming of modern identities killing our true identities? Are people confused by the lure of these images that place them in a favorable light?
I close my eyes as I lean against the tree, quieting my mind in silent meditation. I breathe deeply, inhaling the soft, earthy fragrance of the forest.
There isn’t enough (scarcity) to go around, so I have to submit to their authority, and someday I’ll be powerful enough that they will have to submit to me.
We must strive for action in unity, and we cannot achieve that by spouting Facebook and Twitter rants that drive wedges between us and do nothing to create sustainable change.
I’ve vowed to do my best to get over there, to where someone is at, instead of waving my righteous middle finger of indignation. I try to be quick to ask questions, instead of being dismissive. I thought it was the man, it was the abuser, it was the religious person, it was the terrorist, it ...