what really matters

i can sit here and think i'm extra special because i write about things the larger part of our race hasn't come to grips with. but when i turn away from this computer i'm forced to face what really matters: the way i pet my dog, how i brush my teeth. there is no purpose above living this life, simply and contentedly, striving always to acknowledge and respect my innate commonality with all those i share this existence with. whether we fear, hate, misunderstand, envy or ridicule eachother, we're all so very intimate. we are truly all part of the same family; a handful of beings floating around on this little blue ball. we're all we've got. deep down we all know that and love eachother.