Late posts.  They happen because I wake up for unknown reasons.  I always felt that our mind connects with our hearts when we sleep.  The feelings we hold in our hearts during the day, are accounted for by our brains at night. 

My mind works when I sleep, and the more I write, the more it works.  I think I am processing things that concern me deeper than what most of us worry about... living our lives concerned about the economy, and what’s going to happen to our retirement funds if the market doesn’t perform well this election term.

But maybe suppressed under all those “conditioned concerns” is some fundamental truth, that we all know.  Maybe we all know about the miracle that makes our precious world such a rare gem in the universe.  I have to believe that every person understands that this world and the life it harbors is a very special thing, and that how we are living today is not sustainable with life continuing as we knew it... better yet, I think we all feel it.

This feeling is real.  It’s special because it’s familiar.  It’s comfortable, and rests deep in my heart.

If I don’t believe that this familiar feeling of love for our planet, our home, rests in every persons heart, then I have to believe that our legacy is doomed.  Humanity is destined to be remembered as a blip in time.  A faint memory of some “intelligent” beings who existed in in the past, it were consumed form within because of their own greed.  We have stories and tales like that in our current world, and I often wonder did these people really exist, and why did they disappear?

But alas, the layers that have been laid over our consciousness are many.  And we forget this feeling.  I hold my breath to see where this is going to end.  Until then, I wake up in the middle of the night, hoping I missed the phone call, or read a text message, telling me that you got my message.