It is a beautiful thing, that day you realize that nothing is real. Rather, that everything is real. That perspective is reality and you are in complete controll over your life.
Everything is real. Everything that is, and all that is not. All of it real. Existing, if not in the present, then in the whispers of a future time. In the mind of a child. In the words of a friend.
Worlds together, worlds apart.
There is no end in sight.
To minds the writing is the art
which helps to spark the light.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Immigration
You are not special because you were born here. You are not special becuase you moved here. You are not special.
Who are you to shut the doors? Did you build this country?
Are you worried about your job? About taxes for healthcare?
I can tell you one thing, I'd much rather have a thousand of illegal immigrants trying to provide for their families the only way they know how than have a million ungrateful American "citizens."
Who are you to shut the doors? Did you build this country?
Are you worried about your job? About taxes for healthcare?
I can tell you one thing, I'd much rather have a thousand of illegal immigrants trying to provide for their families the only way they know how than have a million ungrateful American "citizens."
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