When I drive down the back roads I like to pretend that this Earth is different. That no borders exist, that no currencies exist, that no religions exist, that no calenders exist, just the love of mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons sharing time and space here and now. On my world of peace by gentle beings good will wins over evil. Our planetary cooperation is made real by parents and teachers sharing our creations to find the needing. Our achievements is our voluntarily survival of all and human ingenuity has not disappoint. We just do because that is us living and exercising our gifts upon the world. We are equals and have no reason to judge worth or compete against one another living in hate. We are friends and the free natural born citizens of Earth are taught to help one another. Of course this is a dream and the world I really live on is Hell by the chaos of crazy peoples via lost minds, bodies, and souls committing genocide by lunacy through stupidity during this age of instant communications spreading everything but truth. In the back roads things almost seem safe, think I'll stay for a while before returning to this world's poor version of reality.