Sets, subsets, and supersets!
Self, family, nation, world, universe. These are the circles that define our life on this temporal plane, this infinite ground of going around and around, this happy, unhappy sphere of influence. Good and bad, seek influence and affluence. They, and we, play the game. Winners take the throne, throwing the losers a bone. But one day, a door, a light from beyond, shining like a knife cutting apart the night of terrors. Like a curtain asunder, the terrors we fled, now revealed errors long dead. Like ghost or zombies real, the grab and tear, but in the light of day, they turn to air, dried by their despair.
We, who dared, and cared, now must turn to the rest. Leave the battles and glories to the fair and strong. Let the world’s eyes cast upon the coming of the new day. The New World Order will come. It is not the good work, it is not the grand plan, it is not to fear. The New World Order is just you and me. Take my hand now, let us cast the mold for the days to come. Leave fear and sadness. They are there, but receding, receding. Ahead, the full light beyond the door. Shining. Bright.