When society lived directly from the land, we knew that we may or may not survive, there were no guarantees, and “fair” had no meaning. Our best chance came from our elders, for they had accumulated all of the wisdom of survival passed down for generations, and their compassion and knowledge was seen as the treasure that it was, and they were treated as the most valuable of our society. We looked at them with reverence, and they looked to us with hope. Now, we’ve become a society of children, obsessed with trinkets, blind to the true treasure that we warehouse away, and condemn to twilight years filled with bingo and loneliness. Not all of us, though. not me, and I have a feeling, not you either. Let’s wake the rest up…