I can no longer deny myself who you are and what I am, so connected we are. How can you call me your home and deny I have your heart? How can you say you love me and make love to me and expect me to be a stranger or be more strange? We had every right to be scared. We had every right to have it ...
Our ability to be creative must come with a lot of maladjustment to the social constructs setting us up for hate, for rivalry, for shortsighted ego, for power hunger.
Seeing the sparkle of a diamond in the blackness of coal is the task of self-creation; to be inspired by your own potential, believe in your promise, nurture your capabilities, and reward yourself with joy and respect.
When in moments of love and joy rights are respected, human development is aimed for, everything is consensual and no one overanalyzes or overthinks or over-anthropologizes it, world peace is possible!