A Does of Dojo
I told Roxanne to come to me and I put her on my lap and wrapped my arms around her. I pressed my cheek to hers and could feel her tears running down. In that moment I was no longer myself, and she was no longer Roxanne. We were much more than that. In my mind she represented all the little kids I had seen in the villages: starving, abused, ignored, left behind. And by holding her tight I felt like I was holding all of those little boys and girls. In my head if I held them tight enough to harm would befall them ever again. They would all be loved and cared for. I held her so tight I was surprised she didn't say anything to me. But I wasn't exactly aware of what was going on either. I was thinking back, remembering all the faces, the little innocent faces staring up at me. Images that will be burned in my mind forever. (meenazia)
I haven't yet decided if I'll chime in, but I've been thinking a lot about how I'd handle such a turn of events as well as what the most key points of the conversation are. At this juncture, I think the "point" of the conversation is off-base, but I would think that.
I'm off to Sarawak for the Rainforest Music Festival to jive my media-pass way into posting off-base and uninformed TNPH 1, 2, 2.1, & 3.0 inspired trickery.
For now, check out Arcadiy's pretty valid points (read Nisha first). He touches on some things I've been thinking about.
(I think this is the first combined Dream + anti-Dream post ever.)