When I am gone and hopefully forgotten, in which I will have achieved a minimal disturbance, perhaps this will speak for me, had I thought deeply enough and spoke up for those suffering injustices. Did I embrace the Love in my heart and the empathy in my soul over the fear and the anger which challenged my sense of right and wrong? Did I share my truth in the face of my own embarrassment and offer that truth with equanimity to those who I knew might not thank me for it.
In a testament to leaving nothing behind of lasting hurt perhaps a pang of grief and to be missed when someone wants to laugh at a fart. In the living years always makes me cry.
“I wasn’t there that morning When my Father passed away I didn’t get to tell him All the things I had to say# In The Living Years. Paul Carrick.
GLOBALISATION UN-ENTANGLED. (A FOUND POEM, CIPHER OF GLOBALISM )
Clive is into his Doughnut economics, a bit about money, not so much on the usury, again through your own insights and Pauls sort of render the problem moot, as does Proudhon solution described by Kropotkin in the famous Encyclopedia Brittanica entry,