call me innocent, call me naive, call me ignorant of the complexities, but i will still believe we are not born to hate, and we are not meant to rape and kill. we only have conscience, there is no god presiding. there is only us, ignorant in our complexity, killing ourselves. something went terribly wrong with human society. still some days a little light in my gut sends a signal up my spine that pulses in the dome of my skull that silently suggests a return to nature and the innocent awareness that we were meant to care.