Land of Opportunity not Milk and Honey

Someone once asked me “Is there a place left on this earth where I can have a chance to be what I want to be? Because it sure ain’t America.” Honestly, that is the most ridiculous statement I have ever heard. This country was built as, and still is, the ONLY place on earth where you are allowed to be creative, inquisitive, self-sustaining, and have the opportunity to be whatever you want to be. But just what does that really mean?

What is this ‘opportunity’ they speak of? Does that mean at every corner of whatever avenue you choose, the streets will be lined with lush Opportunity trees where you can pluck different opportunities off like apples? Sadly, most people think so. They think that “The Land of Opportunity” means that they will have options and prime, plump, choices lined out for them on a silver platter where all they have to do is pick between them as they stroll along on a paved road to success and happiness.

Well, isn’t that idea just dripping with sugar and gumdrops? Indeed, that would be nice! Surely that is what “Opportunity” means right? Or is it? Let’s looks closer.

The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language states the definition of Opportunity as this:

op•por•tu•ni•ty: A chance for progress or advancement.

A chance. Not a fresh fruit platter with a chocolate fountain in the middle. Look alive people! Try having a shot for a decent life in Cuba, Russia, China, Sweden or Germany. Yeah sure, people around the world aren’t always living in third-world conditions. A lot of them are ‘happy,’ good, people just living their lives. But where is it they all flocked to back in the 20’s and 30’s….? America, that’s where! Why did they come? Because we could give them a chance. And unless you are pure blooded Native American, then your ancestors came here before you looking for what they couldn’t get elsewhere. A shot at making for themselves what no one else would let them achieve. They could be here what they couldn’t be elsewhere. Dreamers, goal seekers, and success finders.

It takes work though. When they said your great great grandpappy came to this country with five dollars in his pocket and died a millionaire it wasn’t because he walked off the boat and they handed it to him in a big sack. He worked for it. Worked hard, worked against the grain, worked against all odds, till his fingers bled, through rain, sleet, snow, and hail; but in the end he got it. Others countries have nothing but pain as a reward for that kind of labor. You are what you were born as, and you can’t change it.

What America offers is not assured success and happiness. It does not promise grandeur or greatness. It simply lays before you a chance. A chance to dream and the opportunity to accomplish it if you have the guts to get off your sleepy keister and run after it.

If you want opportunities, as is a plural sense, well you are going to have to make them through the definition of hard work your forefathers used, rather than our diluted definition of work that we use today. But if you want the chance to even go after your dreams at all, the chance to make those opportunities? If all you want is the single “opportunity” to try to succeed in your life, then America is the only place you’ll find that.

So go get em.

Who Knew?

You know, if the people of this nation would get off their rears and actually put some effort in, you night learn something new. Leastwise, I did.

Turns out, our country WAS, contrary to popular belief these days, based in Christian Values. If you read the original documents, written to form the foundation of our country and to hopefully guide it’s future, the language in them is CLEARLY of a Christian worldview. So whatever the Founding Fathers did in their personal lives is irrlevent. They set our country up to be a christian based nation.

Under those principles our country thrived and grew with rapid intensity. Until we forgot those principles. Until now, at our height, we try and throw them out, claiming they never existed. Now, as we do this, as we blatantly throw down our fundamental guidings, our nation begins to fall down in ashes of a angry fire that threatens to destroy everything we ever stood for.

We have lost our foundation, our roots, our reason. How can we stand without that? Remember. Remember. Remember. For the sake of our future, the future of true freedom, true liberty, for the sake of saving what served for so long as a beacon of hope to the world, learn what we stood for then; and stand for it again now. Find the truth, find America, find God who used to be here in America, and you will find the salvation of this once Great Nation.

Puzzles…

All the pieces of all the worlds puzzels are gathered together; and you begin to sort through them. Some designs fit together but you can never find enough matching pieces to complete them. Finally, however, you find one that is coming together more then the others. Someone comes in though and shoves in a missing space a piece that fits, but only because they slammed it in, so it’s a little awkward looking. But it gets left there till you find the piece that really goes there.

If you remember to look for it that is.

And then there are the pieces that fit in a way but are a little loose, those to you will probably leave till you find where they fit snuggly and correctly. But only if when you find the place it really goes, you remember where you should place it in the whole. After awhile you begin to get good solid chunks of the puzzle that you know without a doubt go together but there is just that one piece that is missing here and there to connect them into one.

And so the hunt begins. A sense of accomplishment begins to form, of understanding too, as the picture starts to become clear. Something that those who were given the puzzle new in the box, with the picture on the front, and no pieces fro other incomplete puzzles to confuse you, will usually never get. Even though they see the picture like you now do, they still never opened the box and put it together.

It’s not easy being one who has always known what the picture should be. I never doubted the picture, always defended that it was the only puzzle that was complete, and that will not change. But, a puzzle it is, and somehow it seems to me that it would not be such unless it was meant to be put together. Though sometimes you look at it and wonder why would you? You know what it is, you know by the fact you’ve never opened it that it is complete so what would be gained by putting it together?

So you walk along the road, carrying your box, and when people inquire as to what it is you tell them, “It’s all the pieces to the puzzle.” Then you sometimes wonder why they look at you like your crazy or an arrogant fool. You shrug it off though and keep walking. Till one day a ruckas up ahead catches you eye. Before you there is a man on the road, jumping and shouting, pointing gleefully at something on the ground. His fervent, abnormal behavior has captured the attention of more then just you. Serveral people have gathered around, people of all ages, both dirty looking and pristinely dressed. Some are staring in awe, you notice, at what the man points at, while others nod smiling, but walk off quickly. There are even several who shout angrily at the joyous man to be quiet, though it does not stop him in the slightest.

Intrigued you walk forward and begin to push your way through the mass of bodies. However as you do, something else catches your attention. In the hands of everyone of the people around you are more puzzle peices. Some have only one or two, others have bags of them, and there are even a few who have boxes simlier to your own, but they appear old and in bad condition. But what you really notice is how few of the pieces have pictures that look like they would match the one on your box. The man’s shouting calls you back to your task however, and you put off this new revelation as you break through to the front. And what you finally see, laying on the ground, the source of all the comotion, furrows your brow even more.

You recognize the picture instantly, you have seen it all your life on the cover of the box in your arms. But this is different in the way that this was not a box. It was the puzzle, complete and whole, carefully put together on the ground before you. With a little agitation you look up to the smiling man.
“This is it?” you snap, “This is what is causing all the commotion? You put together the puzzle. Big deal.”

The man cocks his head, unpreturbed by your sudden ill mood. “Oh but it is a big deal.” he replies, “You must not see it very well, come here look!” There is a passion in his voice as he bekons you closer. Bending down with a reverent hand to gently stroke over his compleated query. “Do you see now? It is whole, compleatly, finsished and beautiful. Everything comes together you see!” His eyes shown with love for this puzzle and you looked at him confused. Yes it was very pretty, but really did it require this much awe? So you your ill tone turns questioning.

“I don’t get it…I mean I do in a way but, frankly, I think you’re over doing it a little. Where is your box anyway?”
The man glances at you, for the first time appearing confused. “Box? What box?”
“You know, the box the puzzle came in, like this one!” You hold out yours helpfully so he can see. But instead of recognition his eyes become wide in shock.

“Where did you get that?”

“I’ve..always had it…” you voice now rings a tone of uncertainty, “You have the puzzle here…didn’t you get it in the box?”
He shakes his head, “I never had one. I have been searching through those out there for years.” He points out behind you off the road. “None of them ever fit together, and if they did I could never find the pieces to finish them. But this one!! It fits! It’s whole! Just look how amazing it is!” And with that note he was off again, pointing and exclaiming to the people his discovery.

Your gaze is lost out towards where the man had pointed. All those? All those what? Curiously you step off the road, clutching your box, to see what the man had meant, and instantly you fall knee deep into muck. Disgusted you look down and discover that it is not muck at all. It’s puzzle pieces. Millions and millions of puzzle pieces. Stunned you wade forward a ways. Suddenly you remember the pieces that the people had been holding back on the road. Had they gotten them from here? So many many pieces, and none of them looked like the box in your hands.

The box. Pulling it out in front of you, you look at it for the first time in awhile. That picture on the front, you knew it was what in the box. But what were these around you? Did they fit together to? Was there more then one puzzle? Surely not, but you had never tried to figure that out before. Suddenly you wondered if any of these pieces might fit into yours. Maybe it was time to prove the puzzle you had defended so long. With a firm nod you make you decision. It’s time to put together what was in the box.

With a quick jerk you break the seal, and open the top. Inside are all the pieces, clean and neat. Well what better place to start then here? Smiling you turn the box over and chuckle as they all fall out. This won’t take any time at all, and who knows it might be fun! But as your puzzle hits the peices of the others, they begin to sink. You cry out horrified. The other pieces seem almost to swallow them up with jealousy.
“No! Wait!” you try to catch them but it is no use. They become lost the myriad of others.

You sniff disdainfully. Well. No matter. You know you had all the pieces, you ‘ll just have to sift through and find them now. So rolling up my sleeves. I began to do just that. To find the pieces I know are there, sifting through all the others and put them together. Using the picture on my box as my guide.

Well Duh!

Now that’s not a commonly heard phrase is it? None of us ever come across someone who spits out an arrogant or simply amused “well DUH!” in our face from time to time do we? No of course not. We live in a society that always reconsiders past thoughts or  ideas in order to establish possible new, more correct, ideas.

Psh, I wish.

Of course we have heard that phrase, from children to adults it is widely used, and not just in English. People all over the globe will state their disdain over the obvious being stated. (For instance the french will use “Évidemment ! ” or “Doo!” )

But why is that?? Why is the obvious not to be stated? Who told us we should not question or establish what is plain to our eyes or minds? In a proof  do you not start with the ‘given’? So why not in everyday life?

If I looked at you and said “2 +2 = 4″ you would say something akin to “well YEAH…” would you not? But once upon a time someone had to first think that. No one would have known 2+2=4 unless someone first thought to put 2 and 2 together.

But now it is so common that is is deemed unworthy to even say unless in sarcasm. Someone’s brilliant thought reduced to oblivion by sheer repetition. But some ideas where questioned, and that, proved for the good in a lot of cases. Not always, sometimes it was bad, and sometimes the original statement was in fact correct as is.  Yet there were those few times…

So guess what?  Did you know the earth revolves around the sun? Oh you already knew that? Well once upon a time you would have been severely punished or at the very least considered insane for saying that because then it was obvious that the SUN revolved around the EARTH.

Same goes for Aristotle’s idea of spontaneous generation, and many other scientific facts. We would never have known that these ideas were wrong unless someone decided to challenge the obvious. Someone who did not immediately accept the ‘obvious’ as necessarily ‘true.’  They questioned what was told to them as being the conclusion and instead took the known ‘facts’ and looked at them in a different way.

What they discovered? Is now the obvious.

Sometimes what appears true can also be simply because we don’t know enough. For instance, on a sunny bright cloudless day, the sky is blue right? If you just said well duh, consider yourself as having been slapped in the head, because you are wrong. The sky isn’t blue. It appears blue to our eyes, when in actuality it is no color at all. Light coming from the sun hits particles in the earth’s atmosphere and the shorter wave lengths get bounced down to our eyes and we perceive them as a blue color.

Now you may ask: Does that really matter?? Maybe, maybe not. Depends on how you look at it.

Could be it’s just something mindless, doesn’t really matter that the sky has no color, but in questioning the true color of the sky, we found out how light moves and interacts with particles and many more things. And that IS useful.

So it makes you wonder… What are you missing? What did you shrug off as obvious that could potentially be untrue? What are the consequences of letting them go undiscovered? Could you potentially save lives by finding out? Could better the quality of the world? Maybe just lend a hand to a neighbor. Who knows?

You’ll never know unless you try.

Duh.

Why? Because I said So.

I have two much younger brothers, and sometimes they do or say the most hilarious things. More or less they are funny simply because they are so obviously illogical to me yet they seem so truly convinced of it themselevs.

One day my youngest brother(age 4) asked if he could have a toy at the store. My mother said, “Not today.” His little eyebrows furrowed and he looked up her confused. “But..I want it.” He stated, as if she simply didn’t understand this fact and would most assuredly give it to him once she did. To his dismay however, again my mother kindly said, “I know baby, but not today.” My brother then put on almost the exact same face of patience that she herself wore and also restated. “But I want it.” Quite firmly.

I had to laugh to see two people, one young and obviously not half or even a fourth (or even a twelfth actually…) as learned as the older. Yet at the same time they both were thoroughly convinced that they were right. But only one was.

If you looked on this, it would be obvious who was right wouldn’t it? Of course it would.

Well, what if we took this same issue, and instead of a toy made it a hot political issue, and instead of a mother and child we have two grown people with opposing views. Now who is right?

Little bit harder to tell now isn’t it?

I debate and discuss and even argue with many types of people, some who, actually, are of my religion and learned the same things as me but we still have issues we do not see eye to eye on. But mostly I deal with people who were either raised to think a certain way, be it religion or a lack thereof, or by coming to the conclusion themselves. Yet be they either like minded or unlike minded I cannot tell you how beyond frustrating it is to deal with someone who has not personally thought about the issue they are arguing and the stand they are taking on it.

Now you might ask me: How can they be so adamantly defending their view if they have not thought about it? Because while they have not personally thought about it, they have personally convinced themselves of it. There is a major difference.

Go back to the story of my brother and my mother for a second and I will show you. Why is it that you can so easily tell who is right in that situation? Because one is ‘the child’ yes? Okay, think deeper with me now. Why is it the “child” is, usually, automatically wrong? Especially such a young child? Because he has not had the experience and the time to learn the knowledge the older one has already gained right? Right.

Now we must ask ourselves, if that is the case then why doesn’t the child see this? How come he is so insistent that his own view is right and his mother is wrong? Because he has personally convinced himself that he is right. Based on his little knowledge he should have the toy, and nothing he knows tells him differently.

From birth we will automatically convince ourselves that what we think, if we think it over and over, must therefore be right. But how can we really know that unless we take in the opposing side and measure it not only to our own idea but also up to logic herself?

Logic. Science. Knowledge. All these things in and of themselves are unbiased if left in their purest forms. They are what they are, and cannot change what they are to be something else. But as humans we CAN, however, and will, take and put them where they will continue to convince us that we personally are right.

Now the way we humans think, initially all we have is our own idea. But what we tend to forget is that we can also disregard that idea for another if we want. I heard a line in a movie recently that rather adequately sums up my point:

“It is a huge mistake to theorize before one has data. Inevitably one begins to twist fact to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.”*

We forget that we can gather these facts and if we look at them for what they are instead of what we want them to be, we will add to our repertoire one more bit of solidarity that will bring us another step closer to the correct overall logically sound truth.

Being willingly able to change our current theory if the facts suggest it must be so is a priceless quality. However, at the same time it is a fine line. You must rigidly stick to sound logic and be sure ALL the facts have been acquired and not just what one would have you think is all of them. Then, once all are found, each and every one should be held up to logic and reason to see if they hold true. If they are found to be false look further to find out why, when you do that, you will by definition, have found something else to lead you to the truth.

So to close I will restate another line from the same movie that says:

“The question Watson, is not ‘if’…but ‘how.’ ” *

* Movie lines taken from Sherlock Holmes (2009)

And I pondered…

The lights dimmed. Too much. So they came back on. Too bright. We waited as they fumbled on; continuing till it was decent enough to see by. I sat in a velvet-lined chair in the middle of a textbook little chapel. I was used to it and so were most of the people around me. Except for my friend directly to my left. She was of a different mind then me, which is precisely why I had hoped he would come with me. So as the DVD played upon the large projector screen, we watched and we absorbed.
I sat and took it in till I felt numb with the prolonged bombardment of natural rejection and trained acceptance. I marveled in disgust and awe at the socially accepted norms and how they countered the very words being spoken. By the end of the night I was lost in a sea of confusion and rage, and by a personal revelation, comfort was there as well. In all, a disconcerting mix of emotion.
This morning came and went without much change to my dazed and yet slightly alarmed state. Any more input into my brain and I might explode. I left around noon for my anthropology class. Sadly my professor had no sympathy on my frayed and listless brain function. She decided to show us a film on child prostitution in Calcutta. It took everything I had not to howl in anger and profound abhorrence, as I gazed on such indescribable horror. Life, what we humans call the sick existence between birth and death, as a whole, is filled with abounding depravity. Perverted idealism and culture-based normality form something decidedly vulgar and irrefutably ugly. And that reality is, in and of itself, horrible.
No child should have personally resigned themselves to the thought that their life will never mean anything and that it will be sad, and to have become accustomed with that. No woman should feel like her only choice in life, a choice forced on her at the age of ten or younger, is to give her away her body – and in turn her mind and heart, as you cannot perform such an occupation without turning off your ability to even feel human – for the money it takes to simply survive. And no man on earth should ever presume he has the right to force her to believe such by denying her help and indulging in his own self-serving, detestable, revolting and utterly nauseating habits.
My own grumbles paled to such a severe contrast of living to my own. My next class fell upon ears already laden with the horrifying screams from thousands of people as they, in one pleading voice echoed around in my tired head.
By the time I was out of the building the temperature had picked up and the sun was just beginning it’s descent, the afternoon beams stretching shadows along the sidewalks. Most welcomed the change and walked with light feet. And while it was a pleasant difference from the morning chill, my pace was dogged and heavy as I dredged across campus, my eyes glazed in thought. Why were people so concerned with their own existence and not with so many others who were in so much more pain?
Lost in thought as I was I didn’t see nor hear the truck until it abruptly alerted me to its presence with it’s harsh and grating horn. I barely moved out of the way. Frankly, it had not been a close call, I was not that much in the way really. But as I watched it roll past me and continue on its journey, I wondered, if it was the whole that mattered, then would it have been at all significant had I been hit?
On a philosophical level, would I have cared if it had killed me? Could I be content with dying now? It did not take much hesitation before I shook my head. No, there were things yet for me to accomplish. And with that resolution, the thought occurred to me that the individual life is important as well.
For without single parts we could not form a larger whole. And without one individual human with a desire to combat his selfish tendencies, who would be there to help those ignored, bullied, and used by the others? Perhaps if one could simply maintain their own needs as well as and in addition to caring for the well-being of another, would perhaps that not inspire another to see and do the same?
Certainly this was not a novel nor revolutionary conclusion, but one that has either become cliché or fallen into twisted minds as most all other ‘selfless’ ideas in this world. Honestly it was not even a new thought to me I admit it has occurred to me before but eventually shot down by the sudden feeling of uselessness and helplessness by either people not wishing to be helped or just the sheer daunting task of such a large world and the amount of people in it in need of saving.
But as the sun sets in the view of window in the office I now sit, the idea begins to form again. I pray this time it will form into something solid. So, now, I am ending this and getting up off this chair and walking on, because nothing moves, until I do.

:EDIT:

Yes I admit this is geared to a direct venue of the mentioned perversion of the world. But it has always been one that left me with an angry hole in my chest. If it weren’t for a handful of decent men I know I would dismiss the lot of them as loathsome, disgusting ingrates upon this earth and mourn that we need them to continue the population. However I am not so feminist, nor so unaware of the complete corruption of mankind to know that it transcends gender. Women too, in my opinion, should we find a way to continue without men, would sooner or later become and resort to such brutal and animalistic savagery. So instead I look to another resolution. I fervently hope that those few decent and honorable men in this world would rise up to lead and raise both adult men and young boys into becoming something worthy of approbation. Woman as well, I hope, will raise up other girls to be strong and wise ladies of valor. Then together they could show how, and what, it means to coincide with each other in respect and appreciation. A wish to bring some level of wholesomeness to the human race if it is at all possible

Think People

“When I made up my mind
And my heart along with that
To live not for myself
But yet for God, somebody said
Do you know what you are getting yourself into…?”

A song by Relient K, but it makes an interesting point. Do we know what we are getting into? It is an easy thing to say that we will fight for our beliefs and stand up for God’s word…but do we? I find, in myself, that my fiery nature tends to answer that with a yes. And for the most part it is true. But do I really know what I am getting into? Because, as I am discovering, it is not simply a one time thing. Oh how lovely it would be if you could stand up once with a single grand speech to end all speeches and everyone would hear your magnanimous and oh so obviously correct words to immediately turn; joining you on the heavenly bound road you have found. But, sadly, that’s not the case.

You see I have found that in todays society you are dealing with younglings that have been brought up to stand up and fight for whats right. To defend that which is most important and to never back down. Noble is it not? I would think so. Unless of course, no one really knows what it is they are fighting for. If you have people trained to fight and defend an idea; and then only give them one idea, what would you expect but that they will defend the only idea they have?

The trick lies more in the fact of diminishing the need to say “This is right.” Only feeding one idea through the system leaves out the need to say this phrase. But without this phrase what do we lack? We loose the ability to enter a new variable into the equation. The right to say “This is wrong.” By having one statement you must have the other, and this gives you two ideas. With more then one thing on the table you now have something you didn’t have before; a choice. Now, you must look on them both. As humans, we will automatically wonder why they are different and we will be forced to do what has been so discreetly erased from our society… we will be forced to think.

Why is one wrong? What makes it wrong? Who says this one is right? Why? Why? Why? Like the ever present mantra of a child we will ask this until we find an answer and in turn choose a side.

On the other hand, this trick has been realized by enough people that it has become a problem to the tricksters. People are beginning to think, and pursue other ideas then the sole one given. So now a new strategy is needed in order to keep up the ploy. How best to do that? Why, play the game of course! They want more then one idea? Then let them think they are getting just that.

“Discussions” and ‘Debates” are organized where you are ‘allowed’ to disagree. This gives an illusion that an opposing side, and therefore a new idea may be brought to attention. But… who can give a new idea? No one knows anything but what was taught to them. And what was taught to them? The single idea society gave us as the currently accepted norm. Not to mention, even if someone has something new to put on the table, you can never be sure if they have the gall to lay it out. It takes a lot to keep up the march against the current. As I said before it is not a one time action. Once started you must constantly keep it up, get out of the water, or just turn and flow with it.

In my opinion humans are naturally lazy. And society counts on this. They know it is a rare someone indeed who will choose to constantly put up an effort to keep going against their flow and if they insist on not joining in, they will just jump out and not disturb the rest. A minor loss to them and no gain to the person who jumped out but the safety of themselves alone. And so they play the game of ‘allowing’ you to disagree knowing it is rare anyone will, and if they do they can be quickly snuffed out. Thus they win. Game over.

…or is it? What if we didn’t jump out? They will push against us till it is an unbelievable struggle just to stay standing. But if we walk on, through the exhaustion and seemingly purposeless torture, the ridicule, the unrewarded effort….what happens?

It is seen.

In a world that is geared to choose but given no choice, a world that has come to be far to used to the single minded idea given to them, someone who says no becomes an instant eye catcher. Perhaps that is all it will be for the time being, just an intriguing anomaly. But as long as we fight on, we will be watched. The second we step out or give in we will no longer be worthy of notice as we will have simply done what was expected. If however we don’t do the expected, and continue despite all odds to press on, eventually someone will stop and say…why?

And that, in it’s own way, is when society will loose the game for that person. Perhaps they shall continue to wonder and maybe one day shall join on the quest upstream rather then down, but that will just be a major bonus. But for me, I fight on just for that one time someone stops and says “Why?” For that time when their dreary eyes awaken if but a moment from the mind numbing slumber and see something new, something different, something worthy of notice. A new idea. A choice made and a choice lived.

If those of us that have chosen this radical idea of following God all stayed in the water and helped each other face the incoming brutal waves…would we not just create a little current of our own? Can we handle it?

I think I shall swim uphill and see. How about you? Do you know what you are getting into?

What Have we Here?

So what is this here? Just another blog? Just another young upstart telling the world about how they are wrong and he/she is right? Or one of those random blogs that tell detail by detail the everyday actions of ordinary lives?

Well, if anything I would like to consider myself a young upstart. But what I want to be is a new kind of Upstart. One that doesn’t just talk, but acts. One that doesn’t just assume they are right but takes openly the opinions of many and determines from them her own view. I want to show the world that the ability to use logic and the ability to think has not been totally lost from this planet. It is my goal to not be silenced while maintaining a christian like behavior.

Oh yeah, do let me mention that I am indeed an evangelical christian. I openly say this and do my best to openly live it as well as continuing to learn more about it.

More or less I really mean to tackle here whatever comes to me as something that needs to be addressed. I see far too many people who have an opinion, quietly sitting by and never letting that thought known.

Thought should be learned, it should be constantly done, and it should be shared. Thought and logic go together hand in hand and I think this is something that is missing from today’s world. I want to bring it back.

So here we have Little Observations Getting Intense Critique. Things I see in my everyday, that don’t always get the thought they deserve because we generally don’t think, well, at all these days. Not correctly anyways. So I hope in this blog to take things I see, things I hear, and tackle them with logistically based thought to determine its nature, why it is there, and for what purpose.

It’s not something I’m worried about for you to enjoy it, but I do hope you see it. I hope you listen and most of all, I hope you think.