| To the mosquito,
We have more influence over your children
than you do, but we love your children. Most of you love them too,
very much. You want what's best for them. Consider them when planning
the future. Right? Oh, mother, father, your blindness to our most
blessed gift, NATURE, leaves us with the overwhelming task of correcting
your utter mess. It also proves that you are no judge of art, nor
of beauty. WE learn from you how to become ideal adults? There are
subjects you've passed over. Or maybe they are too painful to speak
Nature and art--what could be more breathtaking?
I used to wish sometimes that I was
a black man. I listened to the way black men spoke when they spoke
about freedom, justice and human rights. And in the way they spoke,
I was sure they were speaking the truth. At the same time there was
a faint buzz spreading to all of us the suggestion that the black
man was not to be treated equally. For this i envied the black man
because it gave him a passion for his living and a cause to die for.
Would you ever have imagined there would
be children swinging in polluted playgrounds?
Do you have children? Do you see yourself
in them yet? Do they do whatever you tell them to, or do they question
authority? Do you take the time to explain things to them, or do you
blame the rest of the world for their mistakes?
I used to wish sometimes that I was
a woman. A woman is the most attractive creature nature has to offer
a man. Why then is it such a shame to see her unclothed? I feel more
shame as a man watching a quick-mart being built. How complementary
a woman is to a man! Their giving of love is fearless. Nature did
right in tying the infant to the female. Yet they also carry a sense
of sadness. Quite like a premonition of danger they hide but can't
shake from their minds. I understand why they want to protect their
children, but for their own good, let me point out that though you
may have to explain subjects to your children that you perceive as
wrong, it is better to have the freedom to explain it in your own
words than be silenced under a government that has the power to squash
anyone who opposes their views. It may one day evolve to be our child
that stands as opposition. Who opposes the faint buzz that suggests
to us all that women are beneath men. Women have cause to live and
reasons to die with dignity. This was not always the case.
Try to restrict our freedoms and we
will fight even harder to preserve them.
Mothers and fathers, grandmothers and
fathers, great-grandmothers and fathers, great-great-grandmothers
and fathers, you are responsible for more destruction done to this
planet in the last one hundred years than in all of mankind's history
combined. You've invented weapons capable of destroying every form
of wild animal and vegetation. I am not sure what condition the world
we are inheriting is really in. I just have a fear of smokestacks,
and I don't trust the men who feed their flames.
The electronic media in which this is
written on also contains the thoughts of a thousand free souls. The
content is original. It is a daydream made tangible. There is an invisible
force,the same one you have heard faintly buzzing all your life. This
time it buzzes much louder. I myself have felt its pain. When I looked
down at the spot where it hurt, I saw a very small mosquito. A bug
so old, it was known to Confucius as the "intellectual mosquito."
He sucks off of you and he sucks off of me.
Sometimes to realize you were well,
someone must come along and hurt you.
I have grown to become proud of myself.
I have aligned with all those who have been stung by suppression.
As heirs to this planet, we must maintain, honour and enjoy the gift
of freedom. A cause to validate everyone's life? Indeed.
The world looks at America because we
are the beautiful!
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion,
or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom
of speech, or the press; or the right of people peaceable to assemble,
and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
|| We were once icons, but now just memories. Here's to our future; the children.