I have a dream that each person on this planet fully remembers the truth of who you are: you are divinity in flesh capable of love so large, it eats pain and burps forgiveness.
I have a dream that each person on this planet is so intimately connected to Nature, you see little difference between soil and your skin, ocean water and your plasma, trees and your arms, mountains and your legs, rain and your tears, feathers and your hair, rocks and your teeth. You get it — that you are a blessed extension of this generous planet, and you would no sooner harm it, than you would stab your own eye, or hack your own thumb. Hurting the planet is self-mutilation. Nurturing the planet is an act of sanity.
