Oh he might be Danish for me… He might be Norwegian, or Irish for you… in the long run, what does it really matter? What counts, in the end, is that one is cherished by a parent figure, if only as a “kalabash” relative. Remembering to show the ones we love kindness and generosity… This is what makes the world a better place.
I wonder… if we had not taken and unearthed minerals to put on fingers, chests and crowns. If stones and gold and other metals were not taken and horded, used as a measure of wealth: would we then be able to go and see mountains of emeralds? Would sapphires and diamonds be like stars in our soil? Would gold and silver and platinum wrap around us in caves like blankets of light?
just a thought…
