Dear Unborn Kin,
We fiddle with superficiality while the earth burns. No help and none anticipated from politics: clowns to the left of us and jokers to the right, to quote Mister Bobby Dylan. The schizoid rant of demagogues. Religion has gone down in flames. Its supposed replacement with ratio logic and the sciences of externality is not proving satisfactory. Big Pharm busily manufactures chemicals that give us cancer and other chemicals that promise its cure. We don't care as long as we can push full carts of junk from big box stores with our fat fat bodies to our awaiting dinosauric chariots. We don't care as long as we can keep stuffing our eyes and our mouths with trivia of so little nutrient we crave more, our hunger never satisfied. But we do care. Underneath we know something at the core is wrong. We know what we need is the light of wisdom and the heat of love. Many of us are looking to embody that light and heat. Close to the end of this dark age, we look to light a beacon so strong that allies from all over can land and help us. I know our light is seen. That is why I write to you. I know we will make it through and you will be here.
Your loving ancestor