A spiritual journey of one man just attempting to trudge the road of happy destiny in this desert land.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Dread Street and the intersection at Despair Street.
This is a place in the city where people are stored away like toy soldiers that a young boy has grown tired of playing with. The street perhaps contains apartments and houses all full of shut-away-people. Corporate America likes this arrangement as it needs consumers not spiritual beings. So the TV sets, smart phones and bottles of whiskey pacify these lost ones.
These mean streets are just an urban path to"somewhere else."
It does not have to be this way because people can take back the streets; apartment by apartment and house by house. When we fail to create... the city is doomed and next the nation fails as the society goes by-the-wayside.
To save the street it just starts with one human being humbling himself on his knees in his tiny bedroom asking for Divine Intervention: