There is a message in everything I posted here but I did not spell it out. Shame on me for that.

Basically, if you are willing to look what I am saying is we are all without country and we are all given to our most base instincts and we are all going to judge our lives in our final most private moments by what transpired between each of us and those we cared about and that cared for us and not by what is in our pocket when we return to dust.

What I am saying is what is most fragile is what we often find easiest to ignore in our fatal and inevitable rush to our end.

All that may seem pretty basic but fuck me if there are not aspects of society that feel the need to trample it at every given opportunity.

The themes here were love, home, the value (or lack of value) of our fellow human beings, and our nature...how we define or defile these things and the idea that it is our emotions that define our "countries" which really have nothing to do with borders or property, or flags or governments...our homes, our countries are really the people we share our lives with because it is only through those relationships that we have any sense of place in the world.