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The President is not standing up to The Republicans. He is a weak leader, and I am not sure that I support him, anymore. God Bless him.

I am listening to Widespread Panic, as I seek a recipe via Google, on the internet, for a homemade spaghetti sauce. I am thankful to be alive. I have finished my coffee. No poems have arrived yet this morning. The dogs, cats, and turtles are quiet. They know that I am going back to sleep. God Bless everybody.

I see it, too; I see the look in your eyes
it is not one of love; it is one of surprise.

I am free: I've gone this far, and I'm going to keep on going.
All my dreams have not come true, but really special things
have happened along the way that I could not have predicted
that I could not have wished for because I would not have
thought that they could happen to me.

I'm jamming to my own tune, and soon
you will be jamming to my tune, too.

I hear a drum
it is a different drum.

Up at 6:40am to a cat, Kobain, on my chest pushing his head into my hand demanding to be petted. Sat up to find two dogs, Dylan and Morrison, demanding to be petted. It's a real zoo around here. The turtles, and my other cat, Jaggar, make no such demands. It's good to be alive.

KTV: The Written Version
By Mikel K

Do I know you, or are you a porn site, or a virus?

Mikel K: "Man of a trillion words."--Lisa Zaran

She'd rather slide her fingers up and down her guitar
than through any man's hair.

No one can take your picture; you have to give it to them.

After a successful night of sleep, I wake refreshed. When I lay down, last night, I was exhausted. The process of rejuvenation via sleep is amazing. I had some weird dreams which did not steal a quality rest from me. Where would we be without sleep?

The trash men were amazing this morning. One of my neighbors moved out(without saying goodbye=bummer)and left a load of crap on the side of the street. Usually, the trash men will only pick up trash that is inside trash cans, but today they scooped up all the debris on the side of the street, including an old, old television. I waved at them, and hollered thanks. They waved back, and smiled.

Tony Paris sent a shout out to The Lord, this morning, thanking him for coffee. I thank The Lord for Tony Pars, and his talented writing ability, and agree with Tony that coffee is King!

My friend, April, and I, are going to have coffee, this afternoon. April is a devout Conservative Republican, and I have been accused of being a bleeding heart liberal. Somehow, we stay away from the issues that would break the friendship, and I am glad for that.

People of diverse opinions should be able to dialogue. I, myself, tend to have a fat head, and do not want to hear much of what some opposing views have to say. Excuse me for that, but if you sound like you are brain washed by Sean Hannity, and or, Rush Limbaugh, and or claim Tea Party affiliation, I won't have much time, or patience, for you.

My cup of coffee, this morning, is excellent. It runneth over with peace, and love, as I hope your day does.

I am trying to order glasses online. They want my Pupillary Distance, and I don't know it. I got a blank stare, and a run around on my first two calls to my Eye Doctor's office, and have, now, asked for a call back from him directly. Surely, My PD must be in my file.

I just had my last two bites of the most recent banana bread that I have baked. It was sad to see this cake go. Each one that I bake is better than the last. Yummy, I say; yummy!!



If I had a car, I wouldn't want a bigger car; but I have a big desk, and I want a bigger one. That is from The Who Really Cares Dept.

Up at 9:11am My pretty kitty, almost famous cat, Kobain, demanded that I start our day by petting him, which I did; and then, before I could get out of the bed, my dogs, Dylan and Morrison, demanded that I pet them, also. I am getting a new floor, here at the abode, soon, and I am so excited to be rid of this nasty carpet, and to have a more user friendly floor for cats, and dogs. I love my landlady!

I hate when there are coffee grinds in what is usually that last beautiful sip from a delicious cup of caffeine.

When I was younger I once woke up on a couch in the house next to the house where I was supposed to be on the couch. Looking up at those folks who wondered who the hell I was, and why I was on their couch, was truly a weird experience. I had been drinking, heavily, the night before!

Fame is spending a lot of time trying to figure out how to attract people to you, and then, once you have, figuring out how to avoid them.

I went to The Horror Show, last night, and I was standing in front of a cage that held two men covered in blood, who were cutting up humans, and eating them. As I was looking at this very morbid scene, one of the men looked up from the arm that he was gnawing on, reached his hand through the opening in the cage, and said, "Hey Mikel!!"

I'm listening to the new Melissa Johanna cd, "Box of Stars," and I am thinking about how I want a garden, but my home doesn't have enough sunshine to support tomatoes, and other vegetables that I could chew on; so I plant flowers, but flowers disappear too fast, and make me sad when they are gone, so, now, I have ferns, and, today, I just bought a dracaena sanderiana, and a unidentified leafy plant. My plants make me happy, like my pets; if only they could bottle the feeling that they give me.

The world owes me nothing because I'm here.(I really have to keep reminding myself of this, over and over. I love to sit on my pity pot. When you laugh, the world laughs with you; when you cry, you are fucking crying alone.)

She took the phone that she had given me, but left the flowers that I had given her. It's all becomes a blur, and soon you don't remember what you were pissed off about, but you realize that the fact that you kept getting pissed off means that she is not the gal for you. I just met a nice lady; she is broke, bi-polar, hears voices, and is a year off of crack.

I often walk about the city attached to dogs in one hand, and a bag of shit in the other.

Is outraged pacifists an oxymoron?

I love it when my computer is moving FAST!!

I am going to make chili, today write some great poems, and go to Yoga class. I will love on my dogs, cats, and turtles, and give praise that I am alive.

Everything might be better if I knew how to play the guitar.

Today, I want to be somewhere else(I don't know where),
but I haven't got the price of admission, so my mind
will have to carry me where my wallet can't.

There is a lot going on here, that isn't going on there.

You might tell me that I can not do something, but I won't listen to you, and I will do it because it is the only thing in this life that I have ever wanted to do. I have dreamed it. I am living it, and you can't take it away from me.

I am standing in the kitchen. The Cure are playing. As the singer sings, "I will always love you," I realize that Henry, the great Great Dane has situated his head under my hand, and that I am scratching him. I look up, and see Morisson, my dog, standing in in front of me with a somber look on his face, as if he is asking me if I will always love him. Yes, Morrison, I will always love you!

Someone gave me this really neat cat bed, but my cats never use it. I was just feeding the turtles, about to end the day, and I looked over and saw Kobain curled up in the cat bed! I'm glad that I didn't find another home for that cat bed. Henry has taken over Anna's bed, leaving Anna to sleep on the floor, which doesn't please me, as Henry is 2 years old, and Anna is 10. Respect your elders, unless they prove that they don't deserve it.

Up at 4:45. I have no wet cat food, so I gave the cats some cat treats. I am thankful that my cats are thankful for whatever cat food like thing that I put in their bowls in the morning. The dogs are still crashed, except for Mr. Energy Henry. What a beautiful day. Thank you, Lord, for this gift of life.

I'm listening to The Jefferson Airplane, and am watching the turtles. It seems like I should be doing more, like writing a poem, or making a million dollars, but I'm not; I am just listening to music, and watching my turtles, and I'm ok with that. The turtles are really fun to watch, and I love music. Love you.

Up at 7:22 I just caught Morrison licking one of the cat's bowls, which is a "no." Henry is home, next door, but he is barking up a storm, so I'll probably have to go get him, and bring him over here, which is why he is barking: he loves to visit us. I had the most vivid dream about my good friend, Dale W. Miller, and his family, last night. I'd love to fly out soon and see them. Today is a brand new day, and I am so glad to be here to see it. Amen.

I think that I have no right to get bent out of shape when my internet is down, when there are soldiers dying in the battlefield, when there are homeless on the street, when there are mentally ill who could be helped, but they resist treatment.

I'm starting my day with Phish, and coffee; music, and caffeine are often the way that I get things going around here. People have been asking about Kobain; he has settled back into the routine of this abode. What a happy cat he is; what a happy cat he has always been.

I think that bragging about your drinking is an incredibly boring, and stupid, thing to do. If you really drank too much, you wouldn't brag about it. Those that brag about it are rank amateurs.

I'm about to take the #2 bus into Little Five Points. I wonder if I will run into anyone that I know; I used to know everyone there. They called me The Mayor.

Just in from a quick trip to Little Five Points . My credit union is there.
I don t much find reason to hang out in Little Five Points, these days;
not like in the way past, where I used to sit on a bench outside the
pizza place, and drink quarts of beer from a bottle buried in a brown paper bag.

When you are young you never thing that you will be old. I am old, and can't believe that I was young, and survived it.

Dear Mikel,
Thank you for your email. Your order has not shipped yet, because your last name was listed as K. Our system rejected that. I have adjusted your name and forwarded your order to the shipping department.

Best regards,
Marita
Customer Care Specialist

I might start drinking my coffee without cream. I ran out of cream a few days ago, and I have been drinking it black; I add a few ice cubes, and some stevia is all.

I wish that I had something profound to say, today; but I can't think much past cats, dog, turtles, and coffee.

“The tendency to turn human judgments into divine commands makes religion one of the most dangerous forces in the world.”--Georgia Harkness

The phone that I washed, about a week ago, is working, again, tonight. Mind you, it is not working like a brand new phone, but it is working. Will it improve with age, from here on in, or get worse. Time will tell.

I made a new batch of chili, tonight. Upon first taste, when it was hot, I thought that I had finally failed to make a great batch of chili, but when it cooled down some, I found that I had a tasty treat on my tongue.

Up at 7:33am. Henry, once again, crawled onto the foot of my bed, and was my sleeping partner, last night. You have not lived until you have slept with a Great Dane! Kobain is adjusting nicely to home life. It is as if he doesn't even remember being a Huge Superstar for a couple of days. I'm going to see my young friend, Molly, play softball, today. I am really looking forward to that!

Tic tacs, and coffee, don't work all that well together.

I like to make circular coffee stains in the notebooks that I write poetry in with the bottom of my coffee cups.

Dunkin Donuts just sent me a coupon for a free coffee, which is nice. Why don't multi-billion dollar companies ever give anything back? Why do they just take, and take, take? Why does the butterfly whisper at night when nobody is listening?

Kobain is going to be a star. He was cast in a commercial that will be shot over the next two days. I have long seen the star potential in my cat, and I am glad that he, uh errrrr, I am finally going to get paid for it. I'm trying to think of something special to give this cat who is keeping our lights on this month. What do you give to a Super Star Kitty?

For Kobain, freedom's not just a word

"You might tell me that I can not do something, but I won't listen to you, and I will do it because it is the only thing in this life that I have ever wanted to do. I have dreamed it. I am living it, and you can't take it away from me."

Up at 6:22 am I scratch the cat for a moment or two, pet the heads of Dylan, and Morrison, who are waiting, wagging tails by the bed. For a brief moment, I feel dread, but I pray and the feeling goes away. I feed the turtles, and the cats, and my day is started. Amen.

This morning, I get so wrapped up in The Word that I forget about The Nectar that I have concocted that sits waiting patiently on the kitchen counter. The coffee needs to be zapped in the microwave for 45 seconds because I have neglected it. The beverage does not let me down when I push the button on the machine, pull it out, and put it to my lips. That first sip makes me happy.

Another day is starting; I realize that I am super blessed to be alive, and that any perceived problem is easily surmountable while I have the gift of life.

Kobain, the cat, was scratching on the porch screen trying to find a way out into the outside world. When that didn't work, he tried to roll under the small crack under The Love Porch door. Then he went behind some luggage being stored on the porch to see if there was a way out there. He is starting to whine, like he used to in the old days, to get me to let him out.

This experiment about letting him onto The Love Porch may have failed. Kobain has a strong desire for freedom, but I will not give it to him. I don't want him to get splatted by a car, like my Madonna did so many years ago.

This is part of a conversation that I had with a lady from Sindh, Pakistan, today, who is on my Facebook List. Her question as to why Americans are afraid of Muslims is not one that I am going to answer right away. I would like to see what you, my Facebook Friends, have to say about it.


A lady in Pakistan asks: "Americans are afraid of Muslims. Why?"

Rajper: Our onion crop is affected from the rain
K: Not good.
R: People are living on the roads; and animals, and people,
are dead in the large number.
K: That is very sad.
R: Do you know anything about Sindh?
K: I'm sure that it is beautiful.
R: Yes, Sindhi and its culture are 5000 old.
You can come visit it. We hate American Government
policies, but her people are innocent; we understand
K: Thanks, and I hear you.
R: Americans are afraid of Muslims. Why?


As I was walking a delicious cup of coffee from the kitchen to The Love Porch, I noticed Shawtie laying next to Dylan. Not only was Shawtie laying next to Dylan, but she was licking Dylan on the face. Often, Shawtie attacks Dylan, so I really wonder what has brought about this turnabout, and how long it will last.

I posted an ad to Craig's List, tonight, looking for an assistant. Do you think that I will get any bites??

Poet Seeks Assistant (Midtown by Piedmont Park)

Date: 2011-09-12, 6:49PM EDT
Reply to: mikelkpoet@yahoo.com

Poet seeks assistant. I need somone to organize over 13,000 poems that I have written,
and get them in a publishable form. I can' pay you, but I will let you walk my dogs,
and clean my office, on occasion. This is a labor of love; you must love my poetry.
And my dogs. And my office.

Thanks
Mikel K

PS You can find me as mikelkpoet on Facebook
(Won't that be fun!)

Goodbye Border's on Ponce; goodbye.

I was saddened to stick my nose on the window of what used to be the Border;s Bookstore on Ponce, yesterday, and not see a single book in the very empty space. For years, I had wandered the aisles of that bookstore, both as a customer, and as a person using the space as if it was a library, where I could read for hours in the coffee shop, and not buy a single thing; and then for a year as an employee in the coffee shop, dispensing coffee drinks, and smiles to other customers. Goodbye Border's on Ponce; goodbye.

All photos of Mikel K by Just Joan

“God has no religion”--Mahatma Gandhi

I feel tense, and nuerotic, today, as I often do when the utility bill is due, and I see no way to pay it.

Sometimes, I think that taking my trash out is a pain in the ass, and all I have to do is wheel a couple of garbage cans a few feet from where they sit to the side of the road. I just watched my neighbor push his full trashcan down the flight of stairs that fronts his house. No matter how bad you think that you've got it, somebody always has it worse!

I wish that I had something historic to report, but I don't. Monkey, the basically stray cat, is rolling around in the shade of my next door neighbor's driveway. I figure that there are at least six people that feed Monkey. That cat has sure carved a unique life for herself.

Shawtie is irritating me, as usual, barking at everything: lawnmower racket, planes in the air, people, and people with dogs, who walk by, and invisible butterflies.

Morisson is visiting with The Good Neighbor: it is quiet on her side of the abode except for the sound of her stereo which is kicking out the soothing sound of The New Riders of The Purple Sage.

I have, the past couple of days, been yearning to be somewhere other than where I be; but I don't know where that somewhere is. The grass is always greener. I'm glad that I rent, and don't have to cut the lawn.

Morrison, and I, just took a long walk to the new part of Piedmont Park. It is amazing to see what they have done. We did not find the fountains that you can frolic in. Morison was kind of uncooperative on this walk; he wanted to pee on every pole, and under every tree. I'll have to work on that behavior.

I don't want this night to end. I want it to last forever. I want to feel this breeze upon me for eternity. I want Kitty Poo to come back on the porch; she ran off when the door was open.

You might tell me that I can not do something, but I won't listen to you, and I will do it because it is the only thing in this life that I have ever wanted to do. I have dreamed it. I am living it, and you can't take it away from me.

I'm going to eat some celery, and then go to bed. I am so thankful to have lived today, and look forward to tomorrow. Good Night. Sweet Dreams. I love you.

I'm not sure what time I woke up, this morning, but it was about an hour ago, and it is, now, 10:41 am. I opened my door so that the cats, and dogs can wander back, and forth, from the apartment to The Love Porch. This is the first time in the three years that I have lived here that I have done this. The Good Neighbor's door is also open, so the cats and dogs from each apartment can wander back and forth freely. This is an experiment in semi-communal living. It is a hippy thing!!

The sound of a hammer hitting the side of a house catches my attention, as classical music wafts from my neighbor's living room into my ear. Three of the dogs are passed out at my feet. The cats are on my neighbor's porch trying to figure out if they can survive the jump, and escape from me. All the love that I have given them over the years, and with the first opportunity they would be gone to the great out doors.

"I'll never be your beast of burden."--Mick Jagger

You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before."--Alanis Morissette

It's another night on The Love Porch with the dogs; five of them tonight. Shawtie, my guest for another week, is irritating me. I don't know what she is barking at, but, at times, like now, she barks near constantly. I think that the poor dog is scared of the invisible butterflies that Henry often barks at. Jackson Browne is my soundtrack. Tonight, I kind of feel like I am missing out on The Big Time. Oh big time where are you?!

It's hard to pet five dogs, but I am trying, and so are they.

Almost cut my hair; happened just the other day(not).

It is always nice when you are about to get yourself into a bad situation to have those moments of clear thinking that save you. I had such moments today with regards to moving in at the first of the next month with a young lady whom I have been dating. My motives were mostly wrong. My karma would have been fucked, and I would have made both her, and I, miserable. My landlady let me keep this ole apartment that I had given her notice on. She said, "Yes," in her reply to my query as to whether i could keep it, and then she said, "Hell Yes," in her email, which was really nice. It is nice to feel wanted, and not my The Marshalls because they have a felony warrant on you.

Bundy needs more attention than I can give him tonight. I am lonely myself, needing someone to pat me on the head, and say that I am good. I am in a relationship, right now, where I don't feel good. There is a simple solution: get out of the relationship, and I am.


Opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one and they all stink.

What displeases one, will please another...you have to march forward no matter what; if it is what you have in you...in your heart and soul.

Henry has gone to bed; Dylan, Morisson, and Shawtie are waiting for me to come inside. The Love Porch is lovely tonight; some bug is making noise, and in the far distance I can hear a motorcycle rushing through the night. The Big Time did not arrive, today, but that is ok. I had a pleasant day, and I come from a past full of days that were not pleasant. Amen, brothers and sisters. Amen.

My name is Mikel, and I have issues with Anger.

What might be the cause(s) of my anger?

Remember that something is triggering angry feelings and behaviors. To assess, it helps to think through details carefully: what are the facts of the situation? What is there about the situation that feels unjust, unacceptable, dangerous or unacceptable? What trigger thoughts am I having?

I do not have to permit an amygdala hijacking because I can recognize symptomatic feelings. I want to stay in my cortex by being calm and rational. I do not want to damage my relationship or someone else’s emotional health. I want to keep my cool and preserve my integrity even if it means walking away from this situation. (1)


(1)http://lakesideconnect.com/anger-and-violence/what-are-some-strategies-for-dealing-with-anger/?gclid=CJzEgLSqjKsCFdwg2godcml1xg

I'm not happy about losing my temper the other day. I didn't yell and scream at my Love, but
I did show her anger. I have shown her anger several times in our short relationship. I know that I can't blame her for that, but why is it that I don't get angry at other females in my lufe, and just her?

In essence, I can have the power to behave in a calm and respectful way.

Tomorrow I will make chili, my World Famous Chili. This batch is going to have sausage, and shrimp in it. I can not tell you how good that it is going to be. The other night, a friend read to me from a horoscope book the traits of a Gemini. Geminis have a lot of awful things going on about them. It makes me sad because I am a Gemini.

"We can teach ourselves to think logically, and deliberately."
--Malcolm Gladwell, "Blink."

This is good news. This is really good to know, but where do I go to learn?

I just spent a half hour on The Love Porch looking for my reading glasses only to find them in their case next to my computer. When did I start putting things where they are supposed to be?

Up at 4:22 I took the dogs for a walk right away. They seemed to have an excess energy that I wanted to work out of them. My plan seems to have worked: they are laying on the floor, now, quietly. I was hungry, so I made cheese nachos, cheese, and chips, being, basically, all I have to work with, right now. I am thankful to be alive. I am thankful to be taking part in this new day. I am thankful for you being in my life. Amen.

Tomorrow I will make chili, my World Famous Chili. This batch is going to have sausage, and shrimp in it. I can not tell you how good that it is going to be. the other night, a friend read to me from a horoscope book the traits of a Gemini. Geminis have a lot of awful things going on about them. It makes me sad.

I drank my coffee way too fast, this morning, and am contemplating a second cup. It is a normal morning here: the cats have been fed, the dogs are about to be taken out, the turtles' light has been turned on. Do I turn you on?

The batch of chili that I am making, right now, is loaded with sausage, and shrimp. Yummy. It also has onions, green, and red, peppers; black beans, kidney beans, hot chili beans, and a large can of diced tomatoes. I have seasoned it with plenty of garlic powder, and sriracha hot chili sauce. My mouth is watering as I write this.

I'm looking for a job. I am always looking for a job, and I will always be looking for a job.

I just had a bowl of my awesome chili; I'm now drinking some of my awesome coffee, and I'm sitting on the awesome Love Porch reading an awesome book, with my awesome dog, Morisson, waiting for The Big Time.

Headphones help me learn a band: I am digging Widespread Panic more than I ever have with the headphones on, and just got some new appreciation for Phish via the same mechanism. I am an emerging hippy, recovering punk rocker.

‎4:58...After listening to Phish, and Widespread Panic, I got a craving for ELO. Living is a trip. What is next after this trip? Nothing? Heaven? Hell? Reincarnation. Will I come back as a subway train, or as a dog on the streets of India begging for food? Evil Woman is coming to me.

Love will show us the way

There is nothing inside me, tonight, that wants to come out in the form of poems.

I am pissed off that my dear lady is three hours late in appearing at my door. The last that I heard from her, around 6 pm, when she was supposed to be here at five pm, was that, "A man from The Church had dropped by with another man," and she was using them to do some heavy lifting for her.

I don't like being blown off, and could care fucking less that the man was from "The Church." Does she not think that men from the church sin also, murder, rape, steal? I am debating not answering the door when she finally shows up, let her sit on the porch and phone me to no avail, and then drive the half hour drive back to her home. I mean my fucking time is as important as hers; isn't it?

I am supposed to start living in sin with this woman the first of next month. Am I suited to couple?

I blew up at Love. What is all this horseshit that I preach on my page about restraint of tongue, and pen? When I feel that I have been wronged I go off like a double barreled shot gun, and then I have to pay the repercussions of my own behavior. Lord, guide me in situations like this.


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I waited around, tonight, for three and a half hours because some man "from the church" showed up at my significant other's door, as she was, supposedly, getting ready to come see me. "I'll be there around five," she had said. It's 8:30, and she just called to say that the man, and his non-church buddy, just left. You must be fucking kidding me.

"I didn't want to be rude," she said, and I said, "What about me? You were fucking rude to me to leave me waiting around three, and a half hours."

She really had nothing else to say about that except that maybe she wasn't coming over. I hung up on her, and didn't answer the phone the number of times that she dialed my number. Stay home. I'm not really in the mood for company now anyway.

I waited around, tonight, for three and a half hours because some man "from the church" showed up at my significant other's door, as she was, supposedly, getting ready to come see me. "I'll be there around five," she had said. It's 8:30, and she just called to say that the man, and his non-church buddy, just left. You must be fucking kidding me.

"I didn't want to be rude," she said, and I said, "What about me? You were fucking rude to me to leave me waiting around three, and a half hours."

She really had nothing else to say about that except that maybe she wasn't coming over. I hung up on her, and didn't answer the phone the number of times that she dialed my number. Stay home. I'm not really in the mood for company now anyway.

I don't react well to threats, be they from a boss at work, or from a lover. If a boss says, "I will fire you, if you don't produce," I will quit on him. If a lover threatens that she will, "go home," instead of coming over to my home, I let her go home. It is pretty simple, really. I grew up with threats; eighteen years of them from my father, and threats in the school yard that I was not equipped to retaliate to. I am, now, equipped to deal with threats.

I don't react well to threats, be they from a boss at work, or from a lover. If a boss says, "I will fire you, if you don't produce," I will quit on him. If a lover threatens that she will, "go home," instead of coming over to my home, I let her go home. It is pretty simple, really. I grew up with threats; eighteen years of them from my father, and threats in the school yard that I was not equipped to retaliate to. I am, now, equipped to deal with threats.

I blew up at Love. What is all this horseshit that I preach on my page about restraint of tongue, and pen? When I feel that I have been wronged I go off like a double barreled shot gun, and then I have to pay the repercussions of my own behavior. Lord, guide me in situations like this.

What is more important: her carpet or my kitty litter box? I know that it is an imposition to move in with my cats, but what can I do. I love these two animals: Kobain, and Jaggar, and they have a great affection for me. I am sure that this will, somehow, work itself out. Love will show us the way.

Is it wise for a woman to let a bi-polar man move into her house. I am pretty stable, but there are moments when I can be unreasonable, and she is a fairly emotional woman, prone to cyring outbursts. Love will show us the way.