To every thing there is a season, to every thing there is a purpose, … Just in the last minute at least an acre of rainforest has been destroyed. Are we certain, so damn cock sure of ourselves that in that acre of intense diverse life lived not the cure for AIDS, or Diabetes or Breast Cancer? Perhaps it matters not; it is forever lost to us. Just in the last minute at least one young person’s life has been destroyed. Are we certain so damn cock sure of ourselves that in this youth, of intense diverse life lived not the cure for AIDS, or Diabetes or Breast Cancer? Perhaps it matters not; that child is forever lost to us. How many deaths will it take till we know, That too many people have died. It matters to me.
Our path follows us, Knowing that we were never lost, The path of no path. Is it possible to follow someone else to a place only you can go?