Sweating in the mother falcon

Traveling

There is a point during a road trip when trying to stay awake no longer works and the process of head nodding and delirious irrational thoughts are streaming by. This point of falling asleep is as much terrifying as it is the only thing that feels like rest. I am sitting in this van with 6 girls, all of which are crazy cyclists like myself in the pursuit for a cleaner future for our brothers and sisters in Africa. due to insurance reasons myself and 3 others are not allowed to help break up the driving so we are in charge of keeping the driver at the time awake and alert for wild ravaging beasts of the night that may run into the road at any moment. None have come yet, but that doesn't mean that the next bend in the road won't be a host to all the creep in the night. As I nodded in and out of consciousness I pondered the idea of inherent good in human beings. If we cannot be inherently good then we must be inherently bad, right? the fall of man, the demise of a population that when it was 2 was perfect. Since the beginning of human kind we have searched and longed for something more and better. Now as we have nearly the world at our finger tips we are beginning to want peace, equality, love, and prosperity for everyone. When did this change come about? I would like to think that it is as much a part of our DNA as the color of our eyes but I don't think we would listen to that. At some point in history there must have been someone who thought that they had enough and wished that everyone could have that also. Maybe that was Jesus? Martin Luther? Ghandi? Whoever it was may be the hinge of all man kinds ability to perceive "enough". I want to be a screw in that hinge or a glob of geared that keeps the dream of enough alive. I pray that everyone would want to give some of their time to help someone in need and be grease for the hinge to keep shutting or be wind that blows the next page of the book of life over. 

East Texas smells like the refining of oil. It is a sour smell and the buildings litter the horizon like space crafts ready to take off. The shapes of them are ominous yet inspiring. I have been sucking on the same sour gummy worm for a while now just imagining what it takes to keep one producing the life blood of our country. The life blood of life also needs help being spread and giving hope and strength to someone in need is the shift we all must take.