I met god's Will...

The basic drive to nurture and the primal need to conquor. Do we love those we love because we can overpower them? Do we hurt them because we need their pain? Are we a race that thrives and survives on the absolute suffering of our fellow man. Or are we the few fuck ups who've out-bred the rest. So consumed with reliability, memory and success beyond the rest, so consumed by our greedy mongering of betterment that we shun those who are the fabled "rest". We look down on them and demean them as "low", "unworthy", "untrustable" and "unreliable". And we miss, in our overbearing bustle, that they are more reliable and more worthy than the lot of us. A down's syndrome woman of twenty-three can be relied upon for a smile and a pleasant conversation one-hundred percent of the time. All they want is our love and that's all they give and all they know. Have you seen otherwise, then look at the way you, as a community have raised them, feed a plant poison and it becomes poisonous. Look again at those you see as below and keep them close to you. Either as support, a reminder, or as your sick self's own little punching bag. Feed them love and watch that love amplify. They are always there and always ready to smile with you. Like the rest of us all they want is a little appretiation, a friend.

I pity.