At the heart of progressive ideology isa belief that we can create a world which is as beautiful andfree as our imagination. Indeed, most everyone who I surround myself is politically progressive -- not because of their political views -- but because they make more positive, humorous, open, and understanding company. I share their dreams, but in the realm of politics, I feel many of them are blind to the harsh reality of the amount of power behind those who own our government.

Unfortunatly, we are running out of time to dwell on how we'd like the world to be -- for such world will forever be confined to our imaginations. There is only "what is"; and it is not folly to accept that surprisingly brutal reality. We've already spent too much time envisioning our goals; so much time that we've forgotten that we have to actually move our feet in order to go forward.

The clock is approaching midnight for humanity; the destruction of our environment,
nuclear arms, overpopulation, the threat of disease, all of them are going to catch up with
us. As I see it, humanity has two possible futures: either the human race is a biological 'accident' destined to destroy itself with a combination of stupidity and technical ingenuity. It was as though for all of our smarts, we never gained one once of wisdom from thef 4,000 out of 150,000 years of recorded history.

Or, we are being tested by forces which are light-years beyond our current realm of experience. I am not implying aliens; my understanding of the universe prevents me from confidently making such judgements.

Sadly, most everyone is pushing the story of humans into being a brief, and insignificant
tragedy. Perhaps eons from now some extraterrestrials will visit the ruins of our brief global civilization. They'll might even say some brief words about us: "aww... they even
made it to the moon... Oh well, I guess it wasn't meant to be." A short eulogy, but one
that is fitting, when you look at the big picture.

You and I, whoever you are, have found ourselves in a strange situation. We are thrown
into this world, with no particular purpose, yet we recognize that mysterious fact. Since
childhood, we've been herded onto buses, and molded into who we are by the people
who came before us. As we grew older, our minds had to cope with realities such as prisons, nuclear weapons, genocide, war, plague, torture, rape, not to mention the struggle simply keeping a roof over our head. If that weren't enough, our media reinforces the resulting anxiety.
Indeed, it's all too easy to think that we've always been destined to destroy ourselves -- we seem uncontrollably drawn to death and destruction. Its a shame really...

We've only understood the connection between seeds and plants for 8,000 years. Perhaps arrogantly, I'd want the works of Beethoven, the art of Picasso, and the writings of Shakespeare to always live somewhere in our universe. However, I'm open to the fact that they may be destined to decompose back into the Earth... and thus our art will die with us. Perhaps that's simply the way.

I apologize that these reflections are uncharacteristically dark. However, let me close by swearing that I will never stop fighting for our continued and perhaps infinte future; it may be futile, but at least I was a part of the few that tried. Ironically, such thoughts are spoken out of reverence for life. After all, are the those last moments of life not the most "alive" that we will probably ever be? On that note, that's all I got this morning.

I'm going to Montana tomorrow, if anyone wants to promote their site and guest blog here, E-mail me before 5:55 AM. If I don't catch you, then there is a possibilitiy I might find an internet connection in Montana. In any case, you'll hear from me again next Tuesday. I might even tell you that I killed me a mountain man. Keep the Faith, y'all .