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There was Another Day: Another Day On the first rotation of the day the newspaper unfolds, the coffee cup is filled, the computer screen lights up and existence as we know it begins, as we blindly see what’s in front of us preferring to flip through ads for new motor cars and entertainment delights, knowing that it’s all there-written in the rhetoric of the day of the planetary demise. We marvel at the likes of Stonehenge, the Great Pyramids, Machu Picchu, Chaco Canyon, Gobekli Tepe, and such…in wonderment of how these ancient civilizations could have possibly built their structures in alignment to the guise of the heavenly bodies without the great expertise of modern technology to guide them in their Midas touch. This extraordinary intelligence from our institutions will surely save the day! But whose intelligence? And what type of intelligence based on whose specifications to pave the way? Will we rely on our children to clean up the mess, whose intelligence is pigeon-holed by standardized tests? Or, will they all stay as they are, intelligence afar? You’ve been warned the crow caws, the rabbit cries, and the eyes of the wolf fool no other, but the newspaper that you read doesn’t heed to the call and you continue filling your coffee cup full of mindless chatter that the computer won’t turn off as you head for an unforeseen tailspin fall. What happened, we say, to the intelligence of the indigenous people who understood and lived within the natural cycles and rhythms of the earth in balance? Burned at the stake, they say, like Joan of Arc. And now you want to resurrect our intelligence for your own monetary gain. Go home. We can’t give you anything. Can’t you see our eyes are of a different nature? Is there nothing to remain? Will the Ghost Dance not rise again? The madness lives on in the anti-environmental dark money politics that leave little to spare, as the Mad Hatter skips gaily down the cobblestone street hat tossed in the air! “Was it a Wonderland that we built?” said Alice to the hare, whose pocket watch was ticking ever so loudly.