I see people. Not dead people. The real deal. I see their expressions and their hauntings, both real and unreal. I try to understand more about society by understanding the individuals that govern and make up that society. Sometimes I walk away with perspective. Sometimes I walk away with nothing. But I think it’s important to try. To try to understand where we come from, so we know why we are where we are, and where we are going.
I love history. I love the history of just about anything. But especially people. I love knowing that three select groups of our ancestors left Africa and only two survived. I love knowing that the people who have been born and raised in America since the late 1400’s have done so because their parents, grandparents, great, great, great, great, etc…fled the boots on their necks in Europe in order to find a better life here. I love knowing that ‘here’ used to be attached to Asia and Africa. And that one day our early ancestors woke up to beach-front property with their closest friends and relatives hundreds of miles away…never to be seen again. Not that it happened overnight.
I love knowing we’re all connected. Forget the six-degrees. We are all…every one of us…connected. Look around. You will see you.