Dear World,
I mean that: dear, sweet world, you know I love you. I love your cacao and your cats and your wiggling little dachshunds. I love your music and your math and your lightning and your libraries. But more than anything, darling world, I love your people. They have such energy, hope, and desire. Their good intentions should have transformed you early on into an oasis of bliss. Earth should have been the vacation destination of choice for morose interstellar commuters.
We have chocolate.
We have meadows and mountains and music and love.
We can do better than we have.
We must do better than we have.
I do insist.
~L
