Love is a powerful force, subtle when it is present, but alarmingly potent when it is absent. We should make it our mission to make sure that everybody who shares a moment of our lives feels a least a small morsel of love from us.
Dear Congress; Love, A Teacher
Dear Congress, I pray that you never have to lose a loved one to violence that someone else could have possibly prevented. I pray that you never have to cower behind your (much more expensive) desks and send frantic goodbye texts to your loved ones. I pray that you never have to look over and see your secretary or intern or fellow public servant staring at you with unseeing eyes as carpet beneath them becomes warm and sticky and red.
Why Are We Here?
With all this thirst for knowledge, there comes a point where I have to admit to myself that I may NEVER know. I may never know where we came from or who or what made us or why we are REALLY here. Yet this does not give me an excuse to forgo my own answer to the second question: why are we here?