No Excuses

July 7-11, 2003


When I am stuck in a traffic jam I feel like I am in a funeral procession for the Planet Earth. When driving fast with the windows down, music blaring, and no traffic to contend with - I feel like we could still make it to the moon.


We all like nature. The smell of fresh pavement is affluent in our society. Tar. Babies.


My journey takes me to a shore. It is lined with towers of power. I ignore them until...


... I see the fish. They look afraid. Their eyes tell the story. I must get to the city where I feel more comfortable.


One day an alien lands on the Earth. It says: "We have a form of energy that is like your 'gas'. We only need 1 litre of our 'gas' to fly from our planet to yours."


Our economy would be ruined. We would all have to reevaluate our lives. We would all have to reevaluate our beliefs. We would all wonder why we played by the rules.


It's time to eat. I think about how lonely it would be to live in space. I want to get as far away from fresh pavement as possible.


You can reach your goals one shot at a time. When you run out of goals, you should make new ones. That's a goal in itself. It helps. Never drop the anchor.


I drive away and start to return back to my planet again.

A man named Lennon (not Lenin) was wise when he said you should not live your life with fear and pain.