“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”…Jack Kerouac

Earth twirls–swirls and fluctuationsensue; either heatingor chilling, either simple or killing, and humanities’ whimsy can assist or resist or incline or decline to touch-the-hand-to-hand-to handle-to hearts in memory shifts. Shifts horrific or to includethe wonders of new, of differences, of simple–similarity of Peace, of Teach, of Reach, and to embrace the race of sweet life, of sweet love and Humanities’ Purest—Practices!

Difference same—same difference and always “Arms open are most excellent.”

In a couple of thousand years, the ‘Travelers’ again will spread wings-to-fly and cross space from a slenderbeginning to a Mother ship called Earth. With each arrival; many sorts, willtermthem Gods and Goddesses and Wizards and Angels and Men. The Travelers