i'm tired of reading about obomba, about journalists jailed for reporting on his murderous drone strikes, about frick and frack people arguing for nuclear power on climate changers, i get dispirited. there's no nurturance there. i believe we are wilfully obtuse and dare i say perversely maybe even genetically predisposed to self annihilation. at the very least we have lost the will or the ability to connect. the cynical triumph of free enterprise is virtually complete. our souls are leaching into the toxic groundwater. but when i turn from this gyre of thinking i see a golden retriever, bees in the white throats of grateful flowers, and bark obomba drifts away like dust, and softly, dimly radiates.