We spend our time getting certified and credentialed so we can fit in a puzzle.

Proficiency and efficiency are helpful and good and not good enough for us.

Sometimes it seems we got dumped off here and all we thought to do is to grab one of the straps and get whisked away to the nearest quarry.

Master Stamp Licker, MSL after your name, sounded good at the time. And Esteemed Bean Counter, EBC, too.

And roofer and cook and driver and peeler and lawyer,  and I could go way on, right?

Get this: Civilization is to be a beautiful, organized, consensual fulfillment machine at every person’s and being’s level. Makes wonderful sense, I’m in.

But it only is this if we insist on this to the letter.

It’s the above intent that we can surf to our glory and happiness. High purpose reframes our

itinerary, and we go back and check on everyone and help them do the plug-in, love.

When we see to it that love is allowed to coat all their moving parts, there’s less dust and we don’t have to wear masks.

So many players have been requesting this type of play! Billions.

There’s much work to be done and undone.

And there’s much joy to be restored and caught up on.

Brilliant, green and blue planet, staffed with operators standing by for each other, lighted and enlighted, re-started, re-building, connected, loved, trained-to-love, a future heal-of-famer each.

Put love in your name.