i, terrorist

driving to jersey city last week to pick up a piece of furniture that kieran found on craiglist, i had numerous close calls with careless drivers. oh my heavens, did i have such murderous reactions. it was the grenade in my hand or my car used as a tank to smash the idiot stopped in the middle of an intersection. i felt bloodthirsty - each car in the middle of this rush hour nightmare was my nemesis. blinded by my rage, i could not behold the faces of these human beings each struggling to get by - a soccer mom with kids in tow, the overworked dads, the tired truckers, an anxi0us teenage driver, the foggy eyed elder. no, there were no persons out that day, just automobiles pinballing in chaotic choreography, all bent on aggravating ME. so i press the pedal harder, slam the brakes, hit the horn, and vomit vulgarities. these enemy combatants, insurgents, infidels, terrorists.....

I, terrorist

so, if there is no separation, all is one. no one is my enemy. breathing and accepting.

for one human family,
jamie