When I Was Small I Didn't Really

We Are Behaving Like People Without Compassion And Love For The Most Vulnerable Section Of Society. The Children Of The Universe Are Without A Spokesperson, They Are Voiceless...we Are All Touched By The Atrocities Committed Against Children: Sexual, Physical Abuse, Child Slave Labor, Educational Neglect. We Feel Ashamed. Angry. Appalled. But There Is No Action...no Action.

No One Should Judge What I've Done With My Life, Not Unless They've Been In My Shoes Every Horrible Day And Every Sleepless Night.

To Clink Glasses Of A Freshly Made, Seasonal Beer, Preferably In A Pub Or Garden, With Friends And Perhaps New Acquaintances, Is A Ritual That Makes Every Participant Feel Good. We May Not Rationalize This At The Time, But It Gives Us A Sense Of Place In Our Common Community And Our Time In The Tides Of Life On Earth. This Is A Way To Value Beer And Treat It With Respect.

I Prefer Just Being With People I Like. That's My Way Of Celebrating.

Feeling Free, Let Us Fly, Into The Boundless, Beyond The Sky, For We Were Born To Never Die.