Independence Day

One of the hardest things to do is draw sharp lines through a blurred world. What is it exactly that makes a simple concept like good and evil so complex and gray? Surely if everyone respected natural laws we could define our morality with ease; when exactly did 'do no harm to your fellow man' contain so many unknown qualifiers?

Last night, I followed up a day of webbing with a sunset and a bottle of blush wine with my dearest. Conversations that maundered over many topics included the dilapidated state of our global conscience, the twisted way man interacts with nature, and above all, hope. Thing is, hope isn't necessarily looking for you; you have to search for it. And like many things, until you realize it for yourself, it's just something you've been told.

I think most people understand the world in a way that would surprise them, but they don't want to realize it. If you understand yourself - beliefs, ethics, imperfections - then there is no ambiguity in the world. This planet is our mother figure. It gives us everything we need to survive and yet we desire to take more. And just like a mother that you take and take and take from, if she can't survive then neither can we. When mother dies, her children die too. That will be our independence day.