By Trina Otero
It’s so interesting to see the lives we lead. As I stare at an 8-year-old girl I see how We are born into a complicated Web, created by our parents and those before us. And from the moment We arrive here we are subconsciously taught that We have no say, power, right, or grounds to think, talk, and act for ourselves because We are children. We are not allowed to dream, see, or exist the way We know. To them We know nothing better. How complicated and diluted is the adult human brain to forget, ignore, and neglect the ancient knowledge and wisdom about who We are? To feel. How complicated a Web they spin, on this planet of green and blue, from the fears they allow to project and spew straight from their being out into the infinite existence. How complicated and sad are they? How great and intricate is this Web of illusions?