| It was the late sixties, with Vietnam, the Cold War, the Space Race and Flower Power resonant. Out over the Mojave Desert, from the North, in low and full of fire, came flying a Giant Meteor. It was very Spherical. Up front, the Meteor was forging through the quiet and still air, with friction fires made up of round blasts. Whisps of smoke trailed around the dark and crumbly body. We could hear the hissing and sizzling as it flew South. Its size can best be described this way...On a full Moon Night, when She is high in the sky, stretch your hand out as far as it will go, then pinch the Moon in your index finger and thumb. Now, place a basketball in that hand, and pass it North to South. That is close to the size of the meteor my brother and I witnessed as little kids. |
| At the Speed of Dark; As we cleanse ourselves of the lies from war, we will find ourselves awash in the original gifts of Life. |
| May our lives together find the language of equality towards women, and the wonder of beauty towards our differences as cultures. |

| Hey, California! Let's Reforest our Mountains!! |
| Hey, United States folks! Let's Rethink the Environment as a fixer upper! |
| Hey Earth People! Let's make over the once beautiful places and heal those in harm! Let's let Peace show in all our lives!! |