I used to think this world was a gift from our ancestors, a possession that we may bend to our will to our liking. That was what I used to think. The older I get however the nature of relationship changed, man and this world is not of ownership. What is often mistaken as a gift from those who come before, is rather a temporary loan from those who have yet to come, our descendants. Man does not own, merely charged with the duty to keep it and take care of it, the only say he has in the matter is what kind of world he will hand back.

We live in the age of information, an era that will not see its conflicts play out on battlefields, but rather waged within the minds of humanity. The clash of not civilizations but of ideologies. As in times past humanity armed itself with swords to dispatch tyranny, humanity once again will have to arm itself, not with blades but with the truth. When dispelling falsehoods while swords cut, the truth cuts deeper.

Parents

‚ÄúThere is a big difference between loving your parents as a child and loving your parents as an adult. As a child you love unconditionally, loving them as gods, beings perfect in all regards. As time wears on that perfect image fades, you begin to see the flaws, they no longer are the gods they once were. As an adult it’s not that you come to love them any less however, instead, you begin to love them for what they are, as human beings.”