first quarter of the moon’s cycle.
what does it mean to be happy? To ensure that one’s ‘needs’ are met? What do you need? Freight to get the yield of the earth into your local supermarket? Access to the Internet? Someone to sleep next to on those cold, winter days?
A promise of a better tomorrow?
The future generation of the world learning Plato’s ‘Republic’?
I think I would like to experience such phenomena, and I’m not the only one. The endless changing of the seasons will survive me, so I have only the present moment to do what I can like those who invented the computer I type on have done for me. (Not quite like that, but in my own way. rather unique ( ;
would be nice to see everyone eating and living well
hanging out with issac asimov, timothy leary & terrence mckenna in my room, just in awe of those things which keep us alive and satisfy us. trippy lads, they are. ye