Let me tell you about my dreams
I dream that we are one world in harmony. Not unison. Harmony. Different notes. Same song. Not monotony. Freedom. Improvisation. Joy.
I dream we are able to express ourselves and that our spirits can soar to whatever level they desire, without arbitrary material restriction.
I dream that we are free to enjoy the fruits of one another’s expression and that it inspires us to express even more in resonant sympathy.
I dream that love overcomes indifference, that peace overcomes the oppression of unfettered capitalism and its brother, war, that we win.
I dream that work is done out of love, that the fruits of labour are revered, that the worker is paid before the sweat on their back dries.
I dream that life is a game. That when it’s game over, we enjoyed the game, we played the game, we loved the game, we lived the game.
I dream that you love my family as much as I love your family. That you love my land as much as I love yours, that an eye *sees* an eye.
I dream that life slows down until like a ray-traced still, we can imbibe the beauty of a crystallised moment in all its glory for ever.
I dream that you are happy and that I am happy and that your happiness increases my happiness and mine increases yours.
I dream that acceptance always overrides intolerance; that inclusion smothers exclusion; that giving overcomes receiving.
I dream that whosoever is the worst of my enemies can in an instant be completely forgiven and in an instant become my close friend.
I dream that if I were the cause of distress to you, that you accept my sincere apology and that we may be enemies no more.
I dream of heights that can be aspired to by all, and reached by some; with depths that can be tolerated by and descended to by none.
I dream of a human chorus so rousing and powerful, so majestic in rhythm, so profound, that it propels us into a new golden age of humanity.
And last, but not least, I dream that when I wake, God gives me the strength to start working on making these dreams real. Amen.
With my love to you all, whether you are a friend, or yet to become one; only love will overcome pain and rancour. You have mine.
(Thanks Paul Brimmer for compiling my tweets into a Storify)