thanksgiving

It is so interesting turning 60, and to look at where we are.
I thought we would be colonizing Mars or the moon by now, boldly going outtheresomewhere.
Instead, we are pitching a war on the other side of the world, re-entering the past.
I thought we would be doing so many enlightened things, since we were, after all, the best and the brightest, the free love generation.
Instead, we are hallucinating, and still working out how to deal with our inner-puritanical-pilgrims.
How can this be? We know better.
We do not have to debate the cosmic christ as science--but we let them talk because, otherwise, it is like explaining math to ants.
We were the flowerchildren.
The intellectual lovers.
We just want to love them and let them work out their fears for themselves.
But you know what, it's damned dangerous out there,
and we're going to have to rein in the children who have been running the country.
We must be more sober about how we deal with our neighbors' issues because 'they' are us, right Pogo?
It is our own self-regard that glues us all together--or else we fly apart, and cease to be who we are as people on a planet with a spiritual mission.

The wind chafes the surface of the pond.
The rocks are patient.