As my friend Paul Lee wrote (as the title of his book): “There is a garden in the mind.”
We have misused fire and the powers it brings long enough. Those eons, now long behind us, the sons and daughters of our longing, inspire a different future, wholly divorced from the mad history of our pained youth.
Time to celebrate both the seeds of earth, and their holistic cultivation (Besos and your mad plenty.ag take note), as well as the seeds which become our beloved human children.
This new triune civilization now is. Guard well what you invest into the gardens of your ripe belonging, you sons and daughters of men.