…The grocery, the plant store, the liquor store, the bar, the radio shack, the little restaurant.

Why see the world?

What more could there be?

Isn’t the world just a quilt of these three square miles.  Why trust one and not the other?

Why trust another part of the world.

Is it so much better?

There are poeple there that mistreat you.  Mistreat themselves.  Mistreat that little three square miles of their own.

What’s the difference?

It’s hotter or colder and the bulidngs are maybe made of grass, maybe made of clay, maybe made of ice.

Bur the peope inside.

The same.

Have all the good people travelled to the other side of the earth?

Dribbled to one side of it like oil and water?

No.

In fact nothing mixes better with a good person than a bad person.

In fact isn’t one quite unstable without the other?

In fact isn’t that the world?

Squares within squares.

Good people and bad.

Middle ground, high, ground, low.

And what’s the difference?