Perhaps what I’ve been spouting in this blog isn’t controversial enough. Perhaps I haven’t laced my commentaries with enough bile and finger-pointing. Maybe I’m just too Pollyanna-ish, and nobody wants to play my silly little game of looking for truth rather than lies. Maybe the pieces I’m writing are just so damned good that there’s no refuting what I’m saying, and there’s nothing to add. In any case, I’m feeling like I’m spouting into an ocean of ether. Standing on a podium in the middle of the Gobi desert, with not a soul in view.

While I do look in the mirror every once in a while, I’m not the kind of guy that goes begging for confirmation or affirmation. But I don’t cherish the notion that I’m spewing pointless crap into the atmosphere, either. When I post here at this blog, I’m hoping to stimulate positive conversations about who we are and what we’re doing. I’m presenting myself in hopes of seeing you!

I don’t want to be your prophet or messiah. I am not here to write extended Hallmark card greetings for you. The intent of this blog is to bring people together, shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart. That’s why it’s a blog; that’s why you can sign in and make comments, too!

Am I just being stupid to think we can have positive discussions, and grow from listening to each other with finding points of agreement and enlightenment as our goal? Do we have to butt heads to grow? Does there have to be a protagonist and an antagonist in every damned situation? If that is true, if we need enemies to motivate us, then we are a scourge on the planet and should go ahead and have the Big War.  Humanity grew out of cooperation. If we’ve become hardwired to need enemies, I think our branch of the evolutionary tree is cracking off and falling into oblivion. We’re done. Anybody want to fight about that?