The iSoul is good — and bad — all the time, as we’re all part of this wholly universal spirit.
From birth, we’re taught to fear higher powers and to ask for favor or strength in trying times.
But when I look out into the starry sky, I see us as flecks of dander on the shoulders of the night;
And I wonder how we’ve survived so long on this ball of earth spinning in the darkness and light.
We are the masters of this tiny world and all that’s in it — animal, vegetable, and mineral;
We have the power to nurture or ignore, to plant or eradicate, to build up or tear down.
We take all these choices lightly at the risk of littering up our own little corner of the cosmos.