I shall not forget, ever, the other evening, as a dear friend sat across from me at my dinner table and noted how pleased he was that photographs of the World Trade Towers had been removed (by him) from his office cubicle.

He was tired of being reminded, he told me.

I remarked, "Never forget."

He claimed remembering that awful day was a burden, and he would like to forget it.

Because I am who I am, and died a great many years ago (peacefully, I might add), I now question this young man's ethics.

Man's inhumanity to his fellow-man is very apparent, when one takes the moment to step back and view it.

As human beings, all of us experience our day of death, our demise, our extracation for the world of the living. It matters not who we are, or what we have done during our alloted moments.

What my dear friend failed to comprehend is, that, we humans were not designed to die at the hands of others.

And, we must not fail the families of those left behind from that torturous day.

I have spoken with some who died that day. They are not happy souls to have had their lives ripped from their families. They continue to walk the grounds where they were burned, exploded, decimated.

It brings upon me a great sadness, the uncaring of a young man whom I thought of as a dear friend.

Perhaps I have not chosen wisely?

L. da Vinci

Recently, in South Africa, I saw this...

...and was somewhat appalled.

But, then, as I garnered statistics from across the world, I began to think about drunkeness.

Surely, I have been in attendance to watch the peculiar American sport named baseball. The participants are only the teams on the field, I've been told.

But there are so many in the grandstands, who think they are also 'part of the team', making spectacles of themselves. Is that what is known as 'teamwork' in America? Drinking at a sporting event until you must cross the road, drunken, similar to those in South Africa?

The British singer/composer Sting has it correct, I feel. "One world is enough for all of us". May you be aware of what is done every day, every moment, in this, your world.

L. Da Vinci