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I'm thinking about this election cycle. I'm not too happy with my choices. I'm seeking a technocrat who can figure out some solutions to this nation's huge problems. Rotting infrastructure, near bankruptcy... I'm seeking to hire someone who will give us bullet trains throughout the land. Who will encourage local, sustainably produced foods...improving the land and the quality of rural life. Someone who can have a vision of cities designed around people not the automobile. Living, working, communing, relaxing without the need to drive. Walking trails, bicycling. Solar panels for all the roofs of all the buildings in the USA...small electric/pneumatic cars... Department of Peace and Prosperity...rather than Department of War...demilitarisation... We can do it...we just need to hire some good garbage collectors. No buzzwords allowed, please. "Hope", "Fear", "Security", "Terrorism", "Freedom", "Change"...forget it.

My Law...by Tieme Ranapiri of the Maori

The sun may be clouded - yet ever the sun , Will sweep on it's course 'til the cycle is run. And when into chaos the system is hurled , Again shall the builder reshape a new world. Your path may be clouded , uncertain your goal ; Move on - for your orbit is fixed to your soul , And though it may lead into darkness of night , The torch of the builder shall give it new light. You were , you will be - know this while you are ; Your spirit has travelled both long and afar. It came from the source , to the source it returns - The spark which was lighted eternally burns. It slept in a jewel , it leapt in a wave , It roamed in the forest , it rose from the grave , It took on strange garbs for long eons of years , And now in the soul of yourself it appears. From body to body your spirit speeds on - It seeks a new form when the old one has gone. The form that it finds is the fabric you wrought On the loom of the mind from the fabric of thought. As dew is drawn upwards , in rain to descend , Your thoughts drift away and in destiny blend. You cannot escape them , for petty or great , Or evil or noble , they fashion your fate. Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow Your life will reflect your thoughts of your now. My law is unerring , no blood can atone - The structure you built you will live in - alone. From cycle to cycle through time and through space , your lives with your longings will ever keep pace. And all that you ask for , and all you desire , Must come at your bidding , as flame out of fire. Once list' to that voice and all tumult is done - Your life is the life of the infinite one. In the hurrying race , you are conscious of pause , With love for the purpose , and love for the cause. You are your own devil , you are your own god , You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod. And no one can save you from error or sin , Until you have hark'd to the spirit within.