Well, here goes nothin'!

I don't know about the rest of you out there ... I really don't.

As far as I'm concerned, I must have taken a wrong turn during my last reincarnation, to wind up on this funky, dead-end planet: three thousand plus years of "Thou shalt not kill" and killing is still the hottest export commodity; two thousand years of "Love your neighbor as yourself" and hatred is a banner headline and vote-getting novelty every morning; fifteen hundred years of "Always help a fellow Muslim and never harm one" and Baghdad, Iraq. You'd think someone would have figured out something slightly less stupid and vicious by now.

Either I committed some unforgivable sin during past lives and this is where my bad karma dumped me; or, like an idiot, I volunteered to parachute into this suicide palace on some mission impossible; or both. Either way, I could kick myself...

All-in-all, humans seem to be a relatively OK bunch, taken as individuals. Wherever I've traveled on this planet (and I've covered some ground) those who wanted to help others and be helped by them have outnumbered the rest by hundreds to one. We just seem to have empowered every one of those less-that-one-in-a-hundred sociopaths to gun us down, dumb us down and ruin everything -- by the book.

Me, I'm looking for peaceful alternatives. Holistic solutions, not reductive, a-little-fix-here fussbudgets. Global ones instead, umbrella ones, giant, three-ring-circus, big top tent ones. A gigantic baobab tree under whose cool shade we could quietly discuss the sane management of PeaceWorld, out of the UV-glare of WeaponWorld's official insanity.

All by my lonesome, I've been plotting a planetary prison break from WeaponWorld. With only the occasional pause for a few insane cackles and a moment or two of neurotic muttering, I've carefully mapped out all of WeaponWorld's weak points and soft spots. WeaponWorld is a fortress of combination locks, voice codes and hardened-armor doors, true; but for twenty years now, I've been jiggling tumblers, stealing passwords and drilling hinge cores. I just may have found one or more ways to defeat WeaponWorld and replace it by PeaceWorld. Now, all I need is a massive number of peaceful infiltrators to go probe those weaknesses, find out where the guards have really gone AWOL and pour through the cracks and crannies I've mapped, that riddle WeaponWorld's seeming massive battlements, out into PeaceWorld beyond.

I'm looking for fellow LEARNERS, fellow PeaceWorld expats doing hard time on this WeaponWorld just like me, whose ambitions are no less extravagant than mine. So far, they've been a hard bunch to find. They are lost here and there in the bovine herd of humanity chewing its cud more or less contentedly until the butcher's bill comes due. They have no cohesion, no common value system; they are credophobes. Thanks to the gangrenous ideologies they were brought up on, they are afraid to believe in anything any longer, except a few reductive little fixes their scientific training taught them would be OK just this once.

Forget your little fixes. Forget your cluelessness and the sense of helplessness it induces in you. Instead, check out what I have come up with, and believe in SOMETHING once again, besides the killer-primate babble you were raised on… Check it out:

http://peaceworld.freeservers.com/020TABLEOFCONTENTS.htm

See for yourself. Then get back to me if you care at all about things of any importance. Just be POSITIVE for once -- I don't mean certain, I mean constructive. That is all I ask. I ask nothing less from every Learner on Earth.