one world united would look like...

me standing on the corner of 25th and mission street in a throng of people, watching bodies of multiple hues shimmy and shake to the full-bodied, robust beatings of drums- all different sizes, giving off different tones. africans are dancing the samba with mexicans and brazilians, then pulling white folk into the mix, eliciting laughter and giant toothy smiles that come from those samba rhythms. me- i'm holding chet's bag as he joins the rhythm, adds his own indian style to the dance. i'm having visions of a heaven of peace and people releasing all the negative for the good, the pure, the intoxicating thing that is hope and joy, that are the undercurrents flowing in a samba rhythm.