Prelude

The heart of man is cold and blind.  It can't understand that to help another is to help one's self.  The potential betterment of the world which we all share is passed over at every instant for the moment of self-gratification or comfort. We don't give because it costs, when in fact that logic is absurd since by keeping for ourselves we are suspending progress.  Things- time, talent, money, ideas- must be flung off into the world so that they can become other things, better things.  The only progress made by keeping things is towards a lonely grave of wasted stuff.  To not give is costlier than anything else.

The world is comprised of an endless set of variables, and each man is one.  The result is a strange, sometimes frightening, dysfunctional product called Today, then Tomorrow, and then The Next Day.  To be a part of such a preposterous thing is a wild notion indeed, and to go it alone is preposterous.   

Create. Share. Help. Improve yourself for the sake of others.  Not because you are virtuous (you aren't), but because you have common sense.