I consider the word, “All,” to be an optimistic word. A word that encompasses all living things, inanimate objects, and even the occasional root cellar in the rural areas of, say, Kansas. I’m not from Kansas but my mother lived near it last century. She came online in 1915 and that makes me feel young again. Of course, as you probably guessed, I am not young. I am chipper though, so I will take advantage of said “chipperness” to go ahead and write of what I consider to be more salient points than one reads in newspapers or watched on TV.
You don’t mind if I do, do you? I think you will learn a thing or two if you’ve learned to put your emotions where they belong and plumb the hidden depths of your brain to figure out how to listen instead of scream. Epithets are not us. Learning, even at my age of seventy-six for a couple more weeks, is a pleasure not pursued by many any longer. Politics has gotten in the way of humanity rather like a slide of boulders on a mountain pass impedes traffic. If you are capable of listening and hearing you will find this a wonder to behold.
There is always hope but you have to figure out where to look for it. Let me show you the ropes.
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