Month: February 2016

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“God Is Love”: A Story From ‘The Slabs’

If you can find the Salton Sea in your handy road atlas (or in Google Maps on a smartphone, like a “normal” person), your eyes may fall on the small town of Niland, CA, which lies just east of this vast body of salt water. Niland is the last “on-the-grid” town before the lawless, and arguably limitless, territory called Slab City.

Once home to WWII-era Marine barracks at Camp Dunlap, the only remains from military operations in the area, which were suspended permanently in 1956, are the giant slabs of concrete upon which the barracks once stood. These remaining concrete footers are responsible for the site’s present-day moniker: “The Slabs.”

The top hits in a Google Search for Slab City suggest it as a relaxing “winter getaway” for retired RV-folk, otherwise known as “Snowbirds.” The ‘city’ also sees many daily visitors, but a much smaller percentage venture to stay overnight. If you’re willing to continue past the ‘gates’ at Salvation Mountain, the city is actually spans a large area, extending, quite ambiguously, for miles in every direction.

The area covered by Slab City, however, wasn’t my main concern as we approached. Tagged widely as ‘The Last Lawless Place in America’, Slab City promised a unique experience, to put it kindly. Who and what one might encounter in this desert settlement, was anyone’s guess. And as we approached, my stomach was uneasy about the prospects.

An Interesting Introduction

We rolled into Slab City as the sun set brilliantly over the calm salt waters to the west. In the fading light, we made out dozens of RVs, of various size, age, and condition, scattered across this patch of barren desert. In search of any human willing to offer their version of an introductory speech, we followed signs to the ‘Internet Café.’

When we pulled into the ‘café’ parking lot, what we found in front of us was little more than a 10’ by 20’ square of concrete littered with couches and chairs and covered by a crude tin roof. Clearly, the major expense was the 52-inch flat screen television hanging on the wall. It was an obvious contradiction to its’ surroundings, but even way out here one must be able to tune into their favorite NFL games.

This was the occasion for several community members gathering at the café on this night, and we had barely stepped out of the RV when we found our ‘greeting party’. Two men approached us, one in his mid-40s and the other mid-20s. The former also claimed to be a newcomer to ‘The Slabs’ while the latter informed us he’d been roaming around “these parts” for nearly five years.

After exchanging stories and passing around the customary peace pipe, we found ourselves engulfed in a ‘wild goose chase’ for the elder stranger’s pet circus cat. The irony of the situation was undeniable, as the man had been boasting of his talents as an animal trainer just five minutes before discovering his own cat had been lost. He even claimed to have worked with the famous Barnum & Bailey’s circus and that his pet passenger was “the most famous trained cat in the world.” But it appeared that a failure to roll up the passenger side window in his truck had resulted in the escape of this famous feline. As we canvassed an unknown desert landscape in the dark, the thought of this being an elaborate ruse came to my mind, and once it did, I couldn’t escape that sneaking suspicion that we were being duped. These men could have been an honest cat trainer and his newfound stoner friend, but they could also have more sinister intentions in mind.

As my suspicions grew, I found it more and more difficult to give these men the benefit of the doubt, and I finally convinced my travel mates to abandon this ‘wild cat chase.’ The uneasy feelings I harbored upon entering this lawless frontier had been validated by our first encounter, and I began to wonder whether this side-trip had been a mistake. Without a word of farewell to the two strangers combing the desert for their feline companion, we quickly and quietly stole back to our RV to relocate.

Driving Around in the Dark

Per a recommendation from our greeting party, we next followed signs to a town called East Jesus, which actually lie on the western edge of the The Slabs, now that I think about it. The streets of East Jesus were dark and quiet, and it was clear that we had arrived in the ‘dog days’ that often follow an extravagant gathering. It was just three days after the celebration of the New Year.

The creative artwork in East Jesus would have been quite a sight in broad daylight, and even in the darkness it was quite impressive to see the time and energy the community had poured into their creations. These statues and sculptures were lifeless, and we found little in the way of human life as well, but as we decided to turn tail and head back towards a more central location in the city, however, we heard a man call out to us from his property just off the road. We pulled over and he came down to chat. He carried with him a thick accent. It was heavy and reminiscent of Russian, or possibly another Easter European country.

I don’t have a good ear for accents in the slightest, and we failed to ask where he hailed from. My suspicions being raised from our previous encounter, I sat silently in the rear of the RV while my two companions conversed with the accented stranger. He seemed honest and genuine, but my trust was not in generous supply in those moments, even for my travel companions. However, we were where we were, as one might say, and this gentleman appeared to be the best informational resource available at the time.

Us being three men in our early 20s, he recommended where we might find a few ladies to show us around Slab City. Of course we took his suggestion, despite my reservations about the prospect of finding three upstanding women willing to entertain three stinky vagabonds and a dog sharing a space of less than 200 square feet. (In hindsight, if there were ever a place, Slab City would seem to be it!)

What followed was another hour of navigating through the dark, dusty ‘streets’ of The Slabs trying to decide upon a spot to make camp for the night. Eventually, we drove past a small camp that boasted a cozy-looking bonfire. There appeared to be six or eight young folk close to our age sitting around the fire. One played guitar and sang while the others stared into the fire and swayed to the music. This seemed like our crowd, and I made the suggestion that we circle back and inquire as to whether we might join them.

Our RV boasted a handy megaphone and our driver slightly startled the group with an unexpected inquiry, “Y’all mind if we park here?” The answer, “Come one over,” wafted back to our ears from the fire. We had our spot for the night. Being suspicious of the folks to be found in this forgotten desert, I was last to leave the RV and greet the strangers around the fire. But once the strangers learned we came with firewood and whiskey, they welcomed us with open arms. We spent both of our nights in The Slabs with our new, although temporary, friends, exchanging food, booze, stories, and music. No hard currency passed between hands during this time.

Chance Encounters in Slab City

The next morning I stepped out for a stroll around The Slabs with our new Husky puppy, Zeke. I walked past the community cemetery and a number of individual campsites with inexplicable varieties of materials gathered in semi-organized piles. More frequently, ‘resources’ were tossed about with seemingly no semblance of order whatsoever. Once my RV-mates rose, they hopped on our bicycles and met me at Salvation Mountain.

Salvation Mountain is an altar, of sorts, that exists just inside the entrance to Slab City. It is the product of 25 years of inspired work at the hands of a man named Leonard Knight, who had moved out to the desert in the mid-80s. Upon the mountain there is written a number of Bible verses and other philosophical quotations.

This is where we met four beautiful ladies from the Netherlands. They rented a colorful “peace wagon” in L.A. and were now traveling the southwestern U.S. They caught word of Slab City on television and set their minds on experiencing this “haven for alternative living” for themselves. Our newfound Husky companion helped us make a favorable introduction and we exchanged numbers in hopes of meeting later that evening.

After returning to camp, we decided on a trip to the community hot springs, where we met a couple that had hitchhiked to The Slabs all the way from Oregon. Eventually they were invited back to our camp for the evening, which proved quite fortunate, as they recovered one of my mates’ phones that had been left at the springs. No doubt he had been a bit distracted by the beautiful group of women from the Netherlands that had also found their way to the springs.

For my part, I fell in love many times over that night, certainly aided by the booze and other substances on hand, but previously laid plans compelled us to say our goodbyes and continue down the road the next morning. I think a part in each of us seriously pondered the possibility of shirking these plans and responsibilities and remaining in The Slabs for an undetermined period of time.

I’ll be honest about pushing for our departure, however. My judgmental ego had seen enough of the place, for the time being. The original group that inhabited our camp when we first arrived traveled in a beat-up old minivan and most spent their nights lying under the stars. They told stories of dumpster diving when food was scarce and a few seemed in desperate need of significant dental care.

But despite the seeming “misfortune” that had fallen upon this lot, none asked for pity, or for handouts, or even for a lift to the closest city. In fact, they were happier than many others who would, at least by the greater portion of society, be deemed to be living a “more civilized” life.

In spite of my skeptic nature, I sit here now, weeks removed from The Slabs, strongly questioning whether these uneducated and disgustingly egotistical judgments were warranted. Were any of our possessions stolen? Did our bikes mysteriously vanish when we neglected to lock them up for two nights in a row? Did anyone attempt to take advantage of us in any way? I find, now, that the answer to these questions is a resounding “No.”

It’s important, I think, to note that those we perceive as “more civilized” or whom appear to be “more civilized,” at least on the surface, may not actually be so when the curtains are pulled back and truth is exposed. And on the flip side, those that appear to be “uncivilized” may actually have more truth and meaning to them than we would like, or care, to believe.

The Return to Salvation Mountain

As we drove out of Slab City, Salvation Mountain said to us its gracious farewell. The cars of day visitors sat in the parking lot and their inhabitants roamed the ‘attraction’ taking pictures. I considered how my closest friends and family might react to the sight that now lay before my eyes. I’ll admit it’s enough to make even the uninterested agnostic pause and ponder, and it initially struck me as being quite fanatical.

But as the mountain shrank in the distance, my eyes could only make out the largest letters presented thereupon. The ‘quote of all quotes’, one might say. The more the words sunk in, the more I felt they reflected an undeniable truth, and the more incapable I became of ignoring their message.

The message read, “God Is Love,” and for me, the truth in these words has become inescapable. As we’ve continued our travels eastward, and now settled here in Austin, this truth is reaffirmed on a daily basis. Beauty is present in many forms. Love is the inherent right of every human, from the homeless man on the street corner to the Fortune 500 CEO. Keeping our eyes and ears open to beauty and embracing love and acceptance for all of humankind, requires daily practice.

“When you go out into the woods and you look at trees, you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreens, and some of them are whatever. And you look at the tree and you allow it, you see why it is the way it is. You sort of understand that it didn’t get enough light, and so it turned that way. And you don’t get emotional about it. You just allow it. You appreciate the tree. The minute you get near humans, you lose all that. And you are constantly saying “You’re too this, or I’m too this.” That judging mind comes in. And so I practice turning people into trees, which means appreciating them just the way they are.” — Ram Dass

Land Ethic and Tourism Development

Leopold’s Land Ethic pertains to global or universal values inherent to cultures in different regions, states, and communities all over the world. I might say that we are relatively immature here in the United States in developing and realizing this ethic towards the environment. As is exemplified by Chinese, Indian, and Maasai speakers, many cultures have a more inherent value placed on land and the environment. This has existed for centuries in most Eastern cultures and is exemplified much more powerfully in Eastern religions than in the many forms of Christianity.

All of these speakers understand the importance of land/sea ethics and, thus, we can see that these values transcend race, religion, gender, and any other categorical division me might create. While both Eastern and Western cultures certainly value land, the motivations behind this value placement can be very different. For example, most Western cultures have historically valued land for its extrinsic properties that individuals can use and exploit for their own shallow benefits. On the other hand, most Eastern cultures have historically placed more intrinsic value on land, accepting the complexities of natural systems rather than attempting to place numerical values on environmental entities and processes.

From these broad conceptualizations of East versus West, we can begin to grasp the complexity of visitor motivations inherent to the tourism industry. While tourism has the potential to break down cultural stereotypes and barriers, we can see its antithetical potential to reinforce these stereotypes and create breeding grounds for conflict between tourists who seek very different experiences in their travels. We can also see the potential for conflict between tourists and tourism providers. In his article, Leslie comments extensively on the difficulty in changing individual behaviors related to tourism and touches on the role that media plays in being counterproductive to these efforts.

“However, the primary concern of the enterprises involved in tourism is sustaining the company concerned. So in an increasingly competitive marketplace, coupled with the ongoing recession in northern hemisphere countries and the potentially small profit margins, any perception that being more responsible will increase costs for a company is likely to negatively influence the expansion of RT [Responsible Tourism] opportunities.” (Leslie)

This quote speaks to my own reservations regarding global tourism development, as I have expressed in many different contexts throughout this program so far. Because of the huge economic gains to be had from tourism (exemplified in the UNWTO Tourism Statistics), we often overlook its associated negative environmental and cultural impacts. The Maasai in Africa are a disturbing example of the displacement and relocation that can be associated with tourism development. Although, the actual development of physical infrastructure in the Ngorongoro Crater and Serengeti Plains may be minimal, it was determined that the presence of the Maasai was unsuitable in an environment with so much ‘natural’ potential for tourism visitation. Thus, the Maasai were forced to relocate and companies like ‘On the Go Tours’ moved in. It is hard to imagine the creation of safaris and the operation of gas-powered vehicles on the Serengeti Plains being more sustainable than the pastoral shepherding practiced by the Maasai for thousands of years. This is just another example of the misplaced economic priorities and inequitable distribution of benefits often associated with tourism.

““Community conservancies only benefit the committee members who are paid hefty allowances” lamented Sydney Quantai, the Chairman of the Kenya Coalition for Wildlife Conservation and Management (KCWCM).” (Ouma) Exemplified here is the issue of local elites benefitting from tourism activities in developing countries, withholding economic benefits from less fortunate citizens. A recent trend is seeing these local elites partnering with multinational tourism operators to engage in community-based projects meant to enhance local well-being. “Usually, such projects are in the form of public infrastructure such as schools and dispensaries. But though they are useful and necessary, they do not provide subsistence, income neither do they secure livelihoods to community members.” (Ouma) I believe this statement could be extrapolated to many outreach and mitigation projects currently being undertaken by the tourism industry. “The lopsided situation is set to continue as the high and increasing level of market power exercised by large, vertically-integrated tour operators gets entrenched.” (Ouma)

This brings me back to the need for tourism suppliers to more comprehensively evaluate their positive and negative impacts to avoid exploiting local populations. The primary barriers to more responsible tourism in my mind are twofold. First, the ‘western hegemony’ of tourism demand, as discussed by Milne and Ateljevic, must move towards a more responsible environmental ethic. This presents a substantial difficulty given the competitive and exploitative attitudes that are entrenched in much of Western culture. We are raised to believe that competition is essentially human nature and, thus, most of us spend our lives trying to differentiate ourselves from others. This competitive barrier must be breached in favor of a culture predicated more strongly on cooperation.

Second, our primary view of the world in Western culture is from an economic perspective that constantly seeks to place numerical value on goods and services. This perspective is inherently opposed to the valuation of the environment as well as cultural heritage. As long as we continue to operate within these constraints we will never be able to place enough value on environment and culture to essentially ‘de-value’ the shortsighted claims of the need for constant and consistent economic growth. While we are certainly making small steps in the right direction in considering our environmental, social, and cultural impacts, our current operational model may not be flexible enough to allow us to move past the “daily struggle between conflicting values and directives,” to hammer out new holistic frameworks that truly allow us to “plan and manage tourism resources for the good of all.”

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Turning Focus Inward

I can’t wait for spring and summer. Springs means graduation. Spring means freedom. Summer means exploration. Self-exploration. Nature exploration. Exploration of the people and world around me, both near and far. I really don’t think I could be much more jazzed about it. I also couldn’t be much more scared. Spring means the end of using school as an excuse not to have a real job. Spring means the onset of student loan payments and more societal pressure to find a ‘career’. Summer is my opportunity to decompress and think about what I truly want to do. Not with the entire rest of my life. That would be a silly and illogical choice to attempt to make right now. I can’t predict tomorrow. Hell, I can’t even predict the next hour. But what I can predict is my commitment to myself, to my health and to my happiness.

Wow, I’ve been writing a lot about health and happiness lately. It really interests me right now. It interests me how much we neglect our basic physiological needs in pursuit of higher achievements. It interests me how we became so ingrained to always want and need to produce. It interests me to explore avenues that allow me to shuck that enculturation enough to find what I truly need at my absolute core. It isn’t easy. And I can certainly be considered no more than an inexperienced novice in the arena. But the question is not about who is winning the race. The question is about who is taking the time to understand their inner drive throughout the entirety of that race. Truly knowing yourself takes practice and dedication, just like any other area in which so many of us strive to become masters. Shouldn’t mastering yourself be your first priority?

Even athletes, who are held up as the pinnacle of our society, often lack the commitment to themselves that brings true happiness. It could be a large reason that we have such a high percentage of professional athletes with multiple legal charges and convictions on their record. We often act out when we feel uncomfortable with something within. This is a lesson that many of us learned from a young age if we were every bullied or picked on. “So and so is only lashing out at you because he feels uncomfortable with himself.” But, what do we turn around and do to that kid who we perceive as having an inner dissonance? We punish. We use the eye for an eye technique, regardless of the fact that we know exactly where that will end up leaving us.

Gandhi told us so elegantly. It will only end with a world full of blind fools, stumbling over, around, and on top of each other. I don’t know about you but I enjoy my vision. I enjoy colors. But I often marvel at the skills and uplifting spirit of those who have lost their sight when I come into contact with them. I can’t even begin to imagine what the world looks like to them. It’s fascinating! Sensory perceptions are possibly the most important components that contribute directly to our survival and enjoyment of life. Funny that we so often allow them to be overridden by our overdeveloped and domineering brains. Hmmm….

The Dangers of Tourism Development

Despite the fact that social justice has been an important issue for decades, many inequalities still exist in the world today. In many countries, the gap between rich is poor continues to grow larger every day. In allowing these issues to persist, First World leaders are failing to take effective action to combat social injustices that are occurring throughout the world. In many cases, our actions are directly responsible for the perpetuation of these injustices. Our emphasis on economic growth as a means of positively impacting Third World citizens is a narrow-minded approach to improving overall quality of life. In fact, putting the blinders on and taking an approach based on solely economic development will undoubtedly have just the opposite of the desired effect.

Improving overall quality of life requires much more than simply improving the economic status of a region. Improving quality of life must include equal considerations of all social, cultural, economic and environmental factors impacting the region. First and foremost, we must ask the people in developing regions if they truly desire significant improvements to their lifestyles. From here, we need to help local communities and developing regions understand the many challenges and changes that arise when converting from a subsistence-based economy to a service-oriented economy.

In many cases, actions that we are quick to label as ‘humanitarian aid’ can be a guise that masks our neocolonial intentions of spreading democracy, and other First World ideals, to an expanding number of Third World nations. Many of these countries have rich social, cultural, and environmental heritage that cannot survive the adoption of Western systems and ideals. They also provide access to some of the most important and profitable natural resources in the world. In extending our reach to these developing nations, we are simply hoping to secure access to these resources. The well being of the local population is often an afterthought, despite our efforts to promote a commitment to ‘sustainable development’ throughout the world.

We often refer to the time of colonial imperialism in the past tense. Indeed, it wouldn’t be surprising if surveys revealed that the general consensus amongst First World citizens is that we have moved past this type of ‘Conquistador’ mentality. In fact, evidence suggests we have simply become more adept at masking our imperialistic endeavors. For years, our government and corporations have been leveraging their power and influence to maintain access to vast reserves of foreign resources, including oil, water, electricity, natural gas, and many others. In the last few decades, a new giant has emerged in the perpetuation of global development efforts led by the First World.

Tourism is quickly becoming one of the world’s largest industries. Tourism is also one of the main avenues through which First World countries are able to control their Third World counterparts. Developing nations are repeatedly assured that increased economic activity will result in increased economic status for their entire country. Western governments, as well as the plethora of multinational corporations involved in tourism development, are directly, or indirectly, engaging in this type of imperial activity.

The free market, capitalistic attitudes embodied in most Western cultures are mainly responsible for the exploitation and ‘Americanization’ of Third World regions. Free market enterprises have been allowed to expand and move freely throughout the world, with little regard for differences in economic, environmental, and cultural systems. The proliferation of First World capitalism has turned many happy and self-sufficient Third World economies into countries that are entirely reliant on catering to rude, insensitive First World tourists. Essentially, these people become ‘slaves’ to the dollar.

In the First World, we continue to promote the positive effects of tourism and increased travel to struggling, Third World nations. However, when this tourism is mainly organized by a handful of multinational corporations, a great percentage of economic gain from tourism effectively ‘leaks’ out of the host community. Often, this places the local community in a more precarious state than they were in prior to the arrival of tourism. In some of the worst scenarios, foreign corporations retain more than 80 percent of income from tourism-based activity, while local residents receive less than 20 percent of the profits, despite their vast contributions.

Increasingly, these situations result in negative perceptions amongst Third World citizens towards First World tourists. In turn, tourists will inevitably sense the negativity directed towards them and, over time, the health of a destination may be compromised if rumors of unfriendly locals spread like wildfire. In some instances, these negative host-visitor relationships have even resulted in physical violence. These differences can severely impact the profitability of destinations and leave entire regions of people in poverty.

Changing the focus of an economic system is not an overnight process. With First World support, it’s much easier to move from a subsistence-based economy to a service-based economy than it is to make the change in the opposite direction. However, when the health of a service-based economy fails, vast populations are left without any reasonable means of sustaining themselves. While we are quick to promote the positive potential of tourism, we are also clever in masking the negative consequences of failed tourism development. If a destination fails to create a profitable tourism sector, it often takes decades for the region to recover from their immense financial, educational, and cultural investment in tourism.

Tourism, more than any other global force, has the potential to break down cultural barriers and create a healthy ‘global community’. Unfortunately, it’s increasingly clear that the current model being pursued by tourism developers and planners, who are largely native to First World countries, only serves to perpetuate negative perceptions between cultures and expand gaps between economic classes throughout the world.

We need to move past our acceptance of mass tourism and our willingness to trample on other cultures in the name of controlling and exploiting their natural resources. As travellers, we need to realize the many injustices that have been committed for us to be able to be pampered and catered to at our favorite island mega-resorts. We need to demand tourism policies that are more respectful to the social and environmental resources in every tourist-friendly nation, and it needs to happen soon.

Spreading the benefits of tourism equally will require an investment in education. It will require an emphasis on preserving cultural heritage and environmental quality. It will require smaller, more eco-friendly destinations, in contrast to all-inclusive resorts that are polluting the environment and destroying centuries of social heritage and cultural knowledge. Our first step, moving forward, is to solve the transportation issue. The manner in which modern tourists are transported from destination to destination is wildly inefficient and certainly not sustainable. Until we improve the efficiency of the travel industry and reduce its overall carbon footprint, we cannot claim that tourism, in any stretch of the imagination, is sustainable.

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How 20 Letters Changed My Life

Concerns about humanity losing the ability to truly connect with each other are nothing new. Technological advancements in television, radio, cell phones, and the Internet have created new mediums for humans to communicate across vast distances. In many ways, communication is easier and more accessible today than ever before. However, ease and accessibility don’t always lead to better quality. Indeed, there are many reasons to question the quality of communications facilitated by social media.

Do these mediums compromise our ability to connect with others on a more personal level? Do addictions to social media significantly affect the quality of communication with one’s surrounding environment? Are people distracted from what is happening in the real world all around them?

These are just a few of the questions that can be asked about the influence of modern tools of communication. Regardless of the individual answers, one thing will remain true. We will not find true love and sincere happiness if we cannot meaningfully connect with one another.

Recently, I visited Austin, Texas for a family reunion. My extended family is quite evenly split between the East and West coasts. Therefore, we honed in on Austin as the perfect midway point for a family gathering. When I became aware of the reunion plans, I decided I wanted to write a letter to each family member that was attending, as well as to those unfortunate members that weren’t able to make it.

Why did I feel so strongly about doing this? Honestly, I wasn’t sure when I would get another opportunity to see my entire family in person. I knew this was an amazing chance for me to tell each and every one of my family members exactly what they mean to me. What I didn’t know was just how much my family has taught me over the years, and how much they have helped me achieve the goals I set for myself.

As the date of the Austin trip approached, I was struggling to find time to sit down and write. It would’ve been easy to dismiss the idea at that point. It was Spring Break! The weather was beautiful! There were so many other things I could’ve done instead, but two days before I was set to leave the motivation struck and once I started writing, I couldn’t stop.

Memories came flooding back. Each letter brought new realizations to the surface. I found out where I learned many of the lessons and values that are now instilled deeply in my subconscious. I realized how fortunate I am to have a family that loves and cares and supports one another. I realized how many people in the world don’t have that kind of support system. I realized how much our individual personalities are shaped by the traits and values of the people we surround ourselves with.

In all honesty, writing to my family members brought me to tears. When I finally presented the letters in Austin, some people chose to read them immediately. Others chose to wait for a quieter, more private moment. Nevertheless, at some point in the weekend, each of my family members approached me to express how much it meant to them. My response was always the same, “It was my pleasure.” And it really was. I learned so much about who I am, how I’ve come to be the person I am today, and the qualities I will continue to value throughout my lifetime.

Most importantly, this process helped me understand how lucky I am to have an amazing support system of family and friends. It helped me realize how important it is that I never take that support system for granted. No matter where our lives take us, there will always be people out there thinking about you; people who truly care about you and love you. That kind of love spans all distances and circumstances. It survives the test of time and the tides of life. For that kind of love to grow and blossom we must truly experience one another, face-to-face, person-to-person, without technological intermediaries.

Modern technology has undoubtedly improved the ease of global communications. Unfortunately, this improved ease of global communication is linked to the dehumanization of communication, mainly through social media. We must be careful to continue fostering meaningful interpersonal connections.

These connections will help us find deeper significance and purpose in our lives. These connections will help us set aside our fears and prejudices. They will help us become more understanding of one another.

Human connections open endless possibilities for love, hope, satisfaction, happiness, and, hopefully someday, peace.

Through these connections, we can maintain the belief that, one day, we will find our true counterpoint in another.

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I am human.

Flawed and awkward, but beautiful.

I am an ape.

My needs for survival are basic.

I am a thinker,

Constantly lost in thought.

I am a fighter,

Never wanting to quit.

I am a dreamer,

Floating on dreams.

I am a writer,

Piecing together words and sentences.

I am an adventurer,

Always looking for opportunities to explore.

I am a scientist,

Searching for new discoveries.

I am a rebel,

Seeking conscious, compassionate change.

I am a time traveler,

But my past can never be forgotten.

I am young.

The world is at my fingertips.

I am fit.

The luck of good health is at my side.

I am fortunate.

My family is loving and caring.

I am lucky.

My friends are amazingly talented and intelligent.

I am blessed.

The world is beautiful.

I am accomplished.

I’ve finished challenges that I’ve begun.

I am a novice.

My experience is relatively minimal.

I am hungry.

I want to create long-term, positive change in the world.

I am not satisfied.

My potential is far from realized.

I am a lover,

Always open to love.

I must move,

On a path all my own.

I must not simply piggyback,

On the exploits of those that have come before me.

I am unique.

I have something to contribute.

I am human.