Kevin Booth @kevinsbooth

I move

The possibility of a beloved community is possible as that control of respect to everyone leads to a public of active healers and communicators of just relationships carried through with everyone's help. Help in giving the same self respect to everyone through word and action.

If I think that what I know to be true: people act in their own self interest, people behave according to their social upbringing. A sense of community in gatherers, hunters, farmers along side your technocrat scientists.

Oregon led me to believe I have no self. You profess therapeutic skills and in that idea you place control outside yourself will help you help someone else.

The justice of a bankrupt president who speaks from a place without history, the root to lie begotten from failed gambles.

Power of the people to reveal their communal love and understanding. The freedom to speak to justice. Following in the care of the people who take their rights to speak truth to the nature of technological dominance.

Nonsensical political handwaving doesn't help, so therein lay the ground of having to face the peace of interacting with those who hold the self same evidence to a different conclusion in love.

The spread of one persons' needs in regards all things one dimensional need not speak on behalf of all. The multiple dimensions of reality expose the needs of many are personally chosen to help those you aim to help.

The practicality of being together is sensible only if you have heard other opinions.

For you who feeds me, in slumber my gratefullness of having satisfactiom gives me prolonged life.

The internet avatar life boasts accolades of humble real life connections. Cohesion between the solitary and the world. The love of feeling

I said "Yeah, I grow garlic. Do you know garlic?" The small boy "Yes." The mother and I chat about going ons of life i.e. music playing art

The child at the opening of the garage "Are you a farmer?" I tilted my ear and was astounded, saying "Excuse Me." Again "Are you a farmer?"

The atomized cloud formation was a swarm of bees flying with the worshiped wind in a migration to the queens desired fortification. Sayonara

A memoir (grandma's stories) are a source for belief in the personal while a biography contributes to the collaborative evidence of parties.

Rain in the desert is a once in awhile occurrence and today the drops of water fell from the higher clouds in a tip toeing ballet splash.

The sun blazed, the clouds clouded hot rays for cool breezes, and the pearly moon illuminated in a light of shadow reality.

Many hidden grey birds perched on pear posts, about six and the seventh was so grey the bark disguised the camouflaged until departure.

The sun threw open the shutters of the night with mountains and hills.

The sun did not begin to shine between three and four before I saw the sun glow at four minutes past the half of three and four. Startled