Whom is the Greatest?

As we approach a half-decade of war in Iraq
and Afghanistan, tsunamis, earthquakes and
mighty hurricanes are predictably changing
the characteristics of people and landscape
and Roberta Smith has just turned one hundred
years old.

The intolerance of other countries to our
freedoms brings about the bellicosity of our
own. The fuel of the world's existence is not
totally dependent on oil - rather, it's the
ability to get along. A legacy of peace should
be remembered when stories are told.

I would like to hear no sad stories to tell about
our fallen, mostly unsung, heroes who have sacrificed
everything so that we can live like kings and queens.
It is so easy to lose sight when everyone around is
having a grand time while others in the world are
starving and dying sight unseen.

There are absolutely no reasons why I should
remain complacent to the notion that I live in an
everlasting nearly manageable utopia with always
a lick and promise and a kiss on a child's cheek
come election time. We surrender and succumb to the
paradox of the vote ... picking sides of political
machines.

Playing tick-tack-toe on computerized screens are
those who practice inadvertent magic, sight unseen.
We pray for our enemies as we plow them in the ground.
One day, I bet, they will all come around...or will
they? Cream never rises to the top when the milk is
thoroughly homogenized.

Mohammed is the hero on one side; Jesus, the hero on
the other. Yet, I wonder how many praying souls have
dared to venture out to each others bible to discover,
not the differences, but the similarities? Feuding and
fighting about who is the greater prophet could rain
down the wrath of both.

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