No sooner had I posted my trials with the technology I've so easily become accustomed to, than a wave of shame came over me. swift as brush fire to dry wood, and just as quickly turned to grief--for raising a trivial tempest when real storms have swallowed lives--
for the wildlife whose habitat's been stolen--
for polar bears who drown for lack of ice--
for all the starving children and neglected elders--
for the prisoners of conscience, and the prisoners serving time despite their innocence--
for greed that destroys the social contract--
for my greed.
I'm sorry I forgot you.
So, back to the beginning once again.
remembering what really matters.