Today

There seems to be a logic

When I want to teach my son
And he wants to play
He may be right--

When the cities explode with violence
They may be right
After decades of systematic exclusion
And marginalization

And when hundreds of thousand of gallons
Of oil
Continue spilling into the Gulf of Mexico
Day after day
And no one seems able to find a solution...


We get the leaders we deserve.

The Mother of Culture

All your wars
To save something which is already changing.

All your borders
To protect something ungraspable.

All your ways
Belong to whomever will take them.

All their ways
Are also yours.

There was silence before.

There will be silence after.

All will be forgotten
And be as it was
Again

To Ruya

Ohio is a piano

http://www.cartogrammar.com/flash/piano/Piano.html