Debates, Division, Disasters, and Drugs

If through our intellect, innovation, and inequity, we ever become blinded,

Let us seek wisdom and let us be reminded:

That mother earth sustains and destroys herself at once — birth and new growth punctuate death and disaster;

That a flower, a mushroom, or the waters of an old plant long fermented can, to the mind, be a master;

That only through the faults of our souls and the ones beneath our soles are we ever truly capable of being divided.