9/11 -- 3,000 people died and people devastated all around the world, war begins, shoes come off at the airports -- billions of dollars billions and trillions spent on the war on terror. I see love. I see love around the 25,000 people who died yesterday of starvation, a few hundred died in bombings, some more murdered with machetes. Joy is the reality and its free, you don't have to spend a dime on it, especially not trillions of dollars. Those children - they don't have names, or faces, anyway; not like the people who were in New York. The most generous nation, I'm proud of that - generous in prayer, happy to see the sun shining on a neighbor desert trail... I'll take a trip and take off my shoes in the name of anti-terrorism, sure, why not. I sure love them all, like a mother whose million little children starved to death last year - I'll be glad they are gone from their suffering. I didn't send them a piece of bread-- would that be against the rules of Joy and Love and Reality and Faith and Illusion and Creation? Suppose it takes a lot of dollars to make a trillion of them. I wonder how we choose devastation vs. acceptance collectively speaking, that is. It's okay for a million children to starve to death - "money talks" (?) one uses the money gage to measure what's okay with the tax collector. It's not ok for anyone in New York. It's okay for young soldiers and citizens of a dark-skinned country to die daily? Maybe it's just plain okay to die most of the time, but not all of the time. It's not okay for drunk teenager in New Mexico... yes, it's a little joyously confusing, it's all love, it's all good. Good night, children, may you see the sun shine tomorrow and know that you are loved.