It Holds

The end of the slavery that the word causes. It holds the end of this “white” versus “black” or any race as the walls come down and we learn it doesn’t matter.

It holds people finally finding themselves, it holds the freedoms and respect for one another.

It holds the beginning, of meeting those who know more than we do, as we are slower than they are.

It holds the love for nature and the respect of the earth we come from before we leave it.

It holds the understanding that there is always more, that things can be better

That the individual life should be a good thing, but the communal life should also be good.

There should be no levels, there should be balance.

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