As I watched the activists lay their plans last night, I felt love. I saw compassion. I wish I could say that I felt hope. Maybe I've come to believe that we will always live with "haves" and "have nots." Oh, it's not that I have any delusions that today's money class works harder, prays better or is, in any way, superior to our poor. We're mostly talking about the Lucky Sperm Club here. Mr. Buffett would agree. Mr. Trump would not.
High school science reminds me that we're wired for self preservation. Love's in the mix for biology. Evolution creeps along, slow but forward.
I love you.