Amber lights in this crazy fog are not too distinct.
The leaves are blowing across the road. The trees are green with red or
yellow leaves highlighting them. I see the colors of fall with a warm rain
falling. The Prairie Home Companion tells wild tales on the NPR radio station and with
a push of a button Lynyrd Skynyrd sings about Sweet Home Alabama.

All this month I have been trying to understand the place I am standing
in. On the one hand the place I stand on is peaceful and rather grand, majestic
and rather profound. And on the other hand it is a place that is despised
or hated. Both are points of views. The same spot as seen by different individuals as
half full or half empty.
It is hard for me to see the other point of view. Where is my vision? Why
would someone point a pistol or probe me with pointed knife. Is there a
point in the habitat of earth that is meant for him and not for me?
My stomach is knotted wondering why there is no compromise or logic that
can explain the hatred.
Why are the religious leaders pounding the hatred of my life into the mob, whipping
them into a wild frenzy?
Do I have to lay prone on the ground so that the mob can beat me senseless?

What is the point?
Is there someone who understands and who can smooth out the rough edges?
Could I have been able to walk with Moses or Buddha? I think I could have.
I see no point in my view that would cause the world to hate. So why are
those men jumping up and down and creating a frenzy of hate in those minds?
When did they first declare war on this country?
And I thought there must be some kind of a compromise that could help guide
the situation.
I have always thought that compromise could solve any problem.
But they prodded the waters with red drops of blood.
Am I so naive that I think that I am not part of the problem? And I ask
my self what problem have I created?
Is my family guilty of misconduct or misdeeds?
What has pushed them so hard that they destroyed a symbol that they thought
was corrupt and destroyed more than 5000 innocent lives?
And I thought there must be some kind of a compromise that could help guide
the situation.
Amber lights in this crazy fog are not too distinct.
 

Gollum is learning the meaning of ....

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