Exposing one's mind to the worlds atrocities brings forth a heavy burden of guilt in this decadent society. To those the world over, that are and will suffer more than I can scarcely grasp, I am sorry. I am regretful of my complacence, my government's actions and the covetous actions of men in powerful positions everywhere. As I nestle in this heated house, the guilt rips through my soul that I am unable to help suffering people on this earth everywhere regardless the color of there visual property, their religious beliefs or sexual orientation. Might there be love and compassion throughout humankind disregarding states, nations or country's, and though this is not to be now; and due to the ever present formulae being opportunity; fortune equaling success at your neighbors expense. I ask myself, when is enough, enough? When is too much, plentiful? These actions that take place may not affect us physically, but ignoring events and unnoticed history, poses a great risk to those who will enter the world at a later date. If this compassionate consciousness is in our hearts, it will forever remain there, with the hope of the idea transcending ignorance for years, decades and even centuries to come and in that the evolution will happen. As humans, many of us moving apart is natural though keeping in mind that we have always come from two people, is it not far off to say that we have counter parts that remained with us for thousands of years. Sometimes money is useless, for those that control it, set out of reach those things that we need, and in reach things which we are believed to need. Where you see need to change, and possess those means by which change can be made, it is our moral obligation to uphold that in which can be done, now.