IMAGES OF CHANGE...I could have left it as it was originally published...but change is as simple as re-writing ones future....going from paradigm of conflict and confinement to a different tack:
The question was why we come together in support of exopolitical mediation, when the places we emerge from are diverse and sometimes controversial? Why is this desireable by those who've experienced aspects of the extraterrestrial contact paradigm?
Because we have forsaken ignorance, deceit, corruption, and the harming of those least in position to effectively defend their undeniable liberties and living truths!
It is possible for the philosophies of the individual and the collective to function in unison; two cogs making it possible for the wheel to spin in true efficiency; engaging potential in ways neither could do alone.
Because we're fools to make war on
our brothers in arms.
-- Dire Straits, Brothers In Arms.
Impossible is just a big word thrown around
by small men who find it easier to live in the
world they've been given then to explore
the power they have to change it
Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion.
Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare.
Impossible is potential.
-- Unknown.
Some things in this Universe unite All of Us.
Common Ground
The proverbial Third Option.
Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms
Album: Brothers In Arms
Year: 1985
Lyrics:
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day youll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And youll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
Ive witnessed all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
Theres so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But its written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
Were fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
Lyrics reprinted for expression of concept.
