There are nights when I lay in bed and let my thoughts and fears run laps around my eyes, and I think yes. I envision a day in which everyone will suddenly awake to find they can now look each other in the eye and speak aloud in rich, bombastic tones--and not those six inch politically correct murmurs usually accompanied by the sound of shuffling feet. This day is not a holiday, nor is it a birthday or a mayday, there's no sale at Macy's and the gas prices are all the same. This day is probably 4/20 on the year The Fed decides to legalize marijuana. After all, what would the grinding gears of society be without it's social lubricants? And I imagine this day will come like the cool stream of a fire hydrant's spewing fountain upon the neighborhood kids in summer, except all the grown ups will be in the streets, in the parks, and on the roof tops blowing smoke and singing along to their favorite songs. And wouldn't it be nice, if on this day everyone got real and decided to let themselves think and feel for a minute? Start the stream of consciousness that follows from freethinking and arrived at the following ideals:
we are all united in this struggle wondrous beauty heartfelt sorrow infinitely mysterious and fragile moment that is life we are all one people of varying colors heights sizes magnitude and culture or shades of pretty ugly hateful greedy generous kind foolish and human on only one planet hoping that we will soon realize that there is an eternity of experiences beyond the moon that we're not the only beings in the universe that swoon that if we help each other we will get there sooner than against each others' throats bleeding more bathtubs full of blood seeping agony and misery through the streets of starving children watched by vultures or the threat of genocide that slowly creeps under the tears of martyrs cried for corruption that usurps truth and knowledge where there is no equal opportunity when the privileged few weigh you down yet everything you steal hoard kill and buy won't follow you to the grave urn or scattered ashes on the ground so then you suddenly remember how wonderful it is to hear the sound of a smile breaking upon the face of a child lover brother mother friend like the day that always follows blooming across the horizon because there will indeed be a tomorrow or today but every day remains another chance to be the change so it is now without shame that you can look me in the eye with love in your heart and see yourself finally realizing there was never a difference.
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