I really like the responses to my last journal...which simply said "I am you...and you are me too..."

I think...probably way too much...about the interwoven nature of everything that is and ever was. On a human to human level, everything we have collectively experienced creates the size and shape and colors of our interactions. Love, Hate, Jealousy, Depression, Hunger and so forth, are only words with definitions - which could only be made personal through experience...and then only at that level...(I can't really define in personal terms Ghandi's generosity or Charles Manson's...um...beliefs, or the George Bushes)

And so, it seems to me like we're all out there at the poker table of life, and some of us play aces and others have stray cards from oversized decks of Old Maid, and Uno and so on...All playing for the prize, which is a shiny, comfortable, and above all; cetain life...

I'm not writing about class struggles at all, and I'm not trying to sound synical at all (even though I am sort of scaring myself)....I see that art is a much clearer and more expressive human language than english, and there are even higher languages that even animals and plants can understand...and probably speak more fluently than the humans also...

...I'm sort of meandering...the point of all this to me is that, this elusive transendence...true communication...is a language we already know of...When are we going to have world vow of silence day? When is draw someone a nice picture day?

Imagine the Israelis and the Palestinians sitting at an expensive and long table to make a collaborative work of art together...

All in all, my real dream has always been to live among the Ewoks...
on Endor...