I am sad Senator Obama's campaign exists.

It is my love for his idealism, similarly my own, that distresses my mind.

It perplexes me that we struggle over growth in attitude and worldly kinship.

I honestly don't know how to hate anyone.

I can't fathom mocking someone; shooting, punching, kicking, stabbing, maiming them. To kill a man, a woman, a child? To inflict wounds that would be unacceptable towards myself? I'm puzzled by people that take the alternate path.

By puzzled, I do not mean unequipped, ignorant, or blind. I do not suggest cowardice, submission, or defeat.

I am positive that people who do not see this have not been born this way. They were taught---ill perhaps---but it has been learned, none-the-less.

They can be unlearned, and they can be never-taught.

I am wrenched by the idea that some cave in to the notion that the disregard, manipulated, or moderated causes of love, honestly and integrity will advance a cause more palpable to mass population---that such intense qualities without jurisdiction do not function in large scale experiments such as modern society.

Incremental counters to learned evil will never produce salvation.

Barack Obama's campaign should not be novel. It should be standard. As a matter of fact, it should be substandard.

What does it say about our past---specifically our most recent--- that we rally around a cause of honest compassion---that has been deemed fresh, imaginative, and even unrealistic?

There really isn't enough time in life to have such thoughts without a developed rational, wronged as it may be to the core.

I've witnessed too many joys to believe that they can not hold one's attention for several lifetimes. Subsequently, I have never met a man or woman who has not envisioned it, nor has seen enough horrors to amass a desire to cast such horrid thoughts to the abyss of distant memory.

I yearn for this day, be it tomorrow or the next.

Honest Reflection often makes love to Patience.