One

Every action is another brush stroke on the painting presented to us; regardless of its mediocrity
and monotony, every moment’s precious; every monotonous moment is momentous. I feel
fantastic. I feel tremendous. Even if the world’s horrendous and every conflict is contentious,
i know that i am not alone as conscientious. This is not action or reaction but a communion of
dancing, an energetic exchange of distraction compacted to One. Be it friction or fractions or a
thousand nations shredded by guns, or the sand in the sea or water drops on a beach or a trillion
billion suns, or a million mothers for one living son we are One.

Written by Andrew Brobyn