There are sundry, numerous and specific ways in which I my ego would make the world to be. But I don’t allow myself to dwell on any of them. The world as it is, is already partly a creation of my making, just as it is an equal share of all the creations of all the perspectives of all the people, very few of them American, actually. And even less of them white. I consider both of those facts a good thing. A goodly half aren’t even men. And I consider that a very, very, very good thing. Because the world is as we created it – some in opposition to others, some in spiritual agreement, some on a quest to eliminate the world of rivals, through proselytization or through sheer meanness and control of the “rules” or through a more direct means of violence or through the more indirect means of neglect and belittlement – I am of the certain belief that the world as is is as it is meant to be created by such a varied and kaleidoscopic creativity of force. So I don’t even aspire, dream, or try to change it, except by deliberate unceasing incremental exemplary ways of being and doing. My faith is boundless. My love and energy have no limits. I don’t pray in groups or alone in the traditional ways of aspirational or directed and/or targeted or even bespoke prayer. I am a living prayer. I am spirit and not earth-bound or physical at all.