Things are every bit as muddled as they were in the 70s. They're also every bit as clear. This is the beginning of another epic battle. The East versus the West. The two main groups that almost everyone on earth fits into. There are Pink monks eating Blue raisins. And there are Blue monks eating Pink raisins. Studiously I have observed. And I myself eat blue and pink raisins, but never, never have I ever eaten a monk, nor have I ever seen a raisin eat a monk.
It is when the food that we eat eats us that the trouble starts. And I'm not just talking raisins. I'm talking our religious beliefs, the food we live on, the mother's milk of our lives. The life we live is going to be hard and rough, much rougher than our parent's lives. I don't know if it's America that will be invaded, or if it is Saudi Arabia, or if Lebonon will attack and kill all of the people of Israel, or if Israel will attack and kill all of the people of Lebonon; Perhaps this whole thing will blow over peacefully and be forgotten in ten or twenty years. Kosovo was forgotten by many. I remember it only as a word repeated on the news as a child. I'm still not certain what it was about. There is no more great rallying for peace with thousands of people coming together to protest something. There is so little shouting in the streets, not like the 60s and 70s, when everything was a mob-scene-bordering-on-riot. I'm not saying I want to see rioting. I want to see people caring about the world and it's state. The world could be a beautiful place if people would step up and register to vote.