I would like to speak of brotherhood and sisterhood. What I am going to say is my personal opinion, one that I believe in The topic concerns love that we should have for others in general. We have the right to be ourselves as long as we do not intentionally harm someone else with our beliefs or actions. Minority groups scream for their rights, which is good. However, each one of us is constantly effecting one another, and we must be careful that what we say or do does not infringe on the rights of others. Sometimes what we say or do is misinterpreted. Other times, we are judged by our appearance, instead of how we act or by what we say.
The Bible tells us to love one another; but this does not mean you have to approve of everything a person does or says. We are all invidual. Each of us is on a different path, but we may end up in the same place eventually. And we are entitled to make mistakes along the way.
I would like to relate an incident that happened to me at my local Burger Chef. Some of y ou may find it amusing, or degrading.
My husband and I walked in. He went up to the counter to order. I went over to him and told him I'd get the sandwich fixings from the "bar", as we were going to eat in the car since I had my dog with us. (He loves to go to Burger Chef for cheesburgers.) While I was putting some pickles, tomatoes and lettuce on a napkin, I noticed a family staring at me. They had been talking, but now were silent. Then they whispered and giggled. Well, I figured it was about me. I went up to my husband, stood for a few minutes, then said I'd meet him in the car. I hated to be stared at and the waitress was taking forever with the sandwiches. Plus the dog was all alone.
I waited in the car a good 12 minutes, when my husband finally came out. He said the man (a well dressed businessman with his family) who had been staring and laughing at me, got two waitresses and told them I was a bum stealing food to make a salad. There was a waitress in there who had seen everything I was doing. She did not say anything to me. And here, I was going to hold the door open for that man. He had got up and went to the door, I assumed to go out. Perhaps he just wanted to get a better look at the "bum."
My husband said he told the man, "That's my wife you're calling a bum, if it's any of your f-----g business. She was getting the fixings for our cheesburgers." The waitress bitched him out for his language, but said nothing to the well-dressed businessman. Of course.
There is a moral to this story. I was not dressed like a bum. I have gone into Burger Chef and done what I had done that day, for about 10 years without being called a bum. You see, when a person acts without concern for another, he hurts that person, bringing out the worst in that person. That man did not have the courage to ask me what I was doing. He went behind my back. I supposed his family wanted to witness Macho Man causing a bum to be arrested by the police. A woman who was acually innocent of any crime. Me.
These types of things have occured all my life. It will make good reading if I ever write a book about them. If it becomes a best seller, then I will be the one to laugh last. When you are rich, it doesn't seem to matter how you dress or look or act. That's because a lot of us have put a dollar sign where our heart should be. What sickens me the most, is that I have almost died in a couple car accidents, and from cancer. That man did not even care if I was dying of a terminal illness (I'm not, but what if I was?) Or, I could have had children in the car to attend to. He did not care.
I think what I am judged by out in public is my hair. It is black, long and intensely thick. The wind blows it helter-skelter. My body is constantly falling apart, but God gave me a lot of hair. So I keep it long and straight. It's the way I like it. It's not hurting anyone. I have been called everything from a barbarian, witch, vampire to a bum because of it. Or called an Indian as if THAT was an insult. I have also been told it was beautiful, pretty, nice and thick, and that some women would give their right arm for it. I guess it's all in the way you look at something. Ask any practicing magician. Our eyes can be deceived quite easily.

What thoughts bring words to mind, but thoughts of being, of seeing?
To gaze out upon thousands of stars, planets, and suns.
The thought of being as one with the whole of the scheme of things. To touch upon the reality of extra-sensitive thughts and feelings.
Dare we place ourselves in touch of things not yet conceived? Or has yet, all things been conceived? I cannot/will not say, as I know that there is a thought yet to be thought.
I stare out into the magnitude of space/time displacement of thought, and I wonder at the length of time and amount of space of which one thought can travel. Can it be said that a single thuoght can travel the length of the universe and back in the amount of time it takes to think it?
Who can measure the speed of thought, the power of the mind in thought?
A body can be destroyed, and a soul can be lost forever for time eternity, but what control is there in the essence of being in thought of the mind?
In thought I search the inner-recesses of my being. In thought I place myself in touch with myself.
To look upon an ocean and see the true city of Atlantis as it once stood in all its glory and splendor.
Or, to look into a forrest and see the nymphs and elves and creatures of hidden bueaty.
Or, to look into the eyes of another and see that which is hidden within.
Do we look into our minds to try to see others, or, to see ourselves? I again place it to thought that we look into our minds to see all things that there is to see.
For the time, all I have is my thoughts and my thoughts are what keeps me going.