Metanoia

Here, we are born on this misshapen sphere of water, rock, and molten iron careening through a mindbogglingly vast chasm containing little more than a faint microwave echo of a colossal explosion 12.75 billion years ago. Here, we are given a myopic sliver of history and cultural customs tightly bound within sacred rules and rituals painstakingly preserved on fragments of decaying vegetable fiber and told, “This is who we are, what we do, how we do it, and why. This is what we kill and die for, cheat, swindle, and lie for. This is us.”

I tell you there is something far more in store for you, and you, and you too, if you but Love. Love fiercely. Love invincibly, unabashedly, unstoppably, furiously, eternally. Love without measure, without remorse, without fear of loss. Love and never count the cost. Love.

Here and now, this is who we are. This is what we do. This is how we do it and why. Because on this tiny fragment of minerals filled with vegetables and animals speeding through the frigid bled we rose to our feet and shouted to the Heavens, “We can never Love too much and I Love all of you. Every last one of us. We are them. They are us. I am you. You are me too. We Love all of you!”

This is who we are. This is what we do. This is who... I AM... LOVE. So are you.