What I long for. I long for peace. I long for love. I long for equanimity. I long for the end of hunger and fear and hatred. I long so very much for safety. I long for delight in other people in other cultures in other places. I long for tranquility. I long for freedom from suffering and I long for people to be whole and to treat others with respect and kindness and to be humble in the presence of goodness. I long for us as a people who inhabit a planet together to genuinely be an us. I long for the end of wastefulness, of power, of humiliation, of anger. Oh, so much I long for the end of anger. Of division. Of hierarchies that oppress. I long for the end of lies. I long for the end of mistruth. I long for friend to be easy. I long for new to be pleasure. I long for different to be interesting and calming and fun and open and honest. I long for borders to be rivers and oceans and mountains as things to be seen from one side or another. I long for justice. I long for mercy. I long for all of these things. Mostly, I long for hope that these things are possible. Oh so much, I long for hope. I long for hope. How I long for hope. Soft hope. Fierce hope. True hope. But right now, right now, now? Hope… hop… ho… h… … are you there?