June 8, 2004
World Peace? Piece of cake. Slip out of the skins of our tribal identities and place our hands on our unaffiliated, un-sold out, un-owned hearts and pledge allegiance to life. Since Babel, people have run around with all manner of special uniforms and costumes, convincing themselves and others that the individual is the race, the country, the religion, the posse. Clothing, hairstyle, speech, are just attempts to "create an identity of our own", to deny the sweet truth that we are all simply vegetables simmering in the same stew. We need to deprogram ourselves out of the "Our Gang" cult.