I come to the garden alone

Sometimes I wonder about humanity. If everyone had enough to eat, a decent place to live and good health care would they take a step up to make the world an even better place to live?

We seem to be a gnarly species, combative and unaware.  One that needs a cause, but for which reasons I am not sure.

It often feels to me as if our need to help is based more on frustration and anger than a need to truly love each other.

There are so many ways to inform people, to help them make this world a better place, but I mostly see posters inciting people to anger, promoting hate in the name of good and though this may help in the short run, it is not likely to have lasting results.

The seeds of peace take a long time to sprout.  Just jerking out the weeds, spraying insecticide everywhere, trampling the "bad" things won't make the flowers bloom any sooner.

Fertilizing and hoeing, watering and cultivating with intelligence, care and love, are eventually rewarded with something that seems almost miraculous.

As we sow, so shall we reap.  It's just common sense.