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Incorporating old ideologies with new ones is part of a happy, joyous survival. Change can be and perhaps is often painful. Even if it is intangible to others or even to the one experiencing it. The pain of change remains. 

Quite a few people think a new ideology will replace their standards, their morals, values and such. That's the fear. Thats the fear of change. 

When there is that fear, which makes us hold onto old ideologies so tight, that there's no room to change. So tight, not a miniscule allowance for change to happen. Then we suffocate the world around us. We do actually harm others, with this unwillingness to change. Although, our science may not be completely thwarted. It's delayed, stymieing growth.

Yesterday late afternoon I was speaking with a friend who'd ran into serious health trouble. As much as we are opposites in our lifestyles. We think similarly in raising children, politics and such. He is a hard-working, well-educated, well-read man. As he is in this incredible place where many would think change might be too late. Too, not a place many would envy.

I don't believe it is ever too late. Not all hope is lost. Things may be gone. A part of you may be lost forever. However, we are here on this earth now. We still have possibilities. Too, by good Grace's we will have tomorrow.  

We must still plan and forge ahead. We must gather information. We must retain or search for that innocence that we will need. The beautiful innocence like that of a four year old child. A child untainted, inquisitive, filled with wonder. 

We strap that on with the new ideologies that we are either fed or are forced into. We gather momentum. And if we think there is no longer momentum. We then must dream outrageously to bring in the creativity to manifest momentum for change.

That is how we do science. That is how we do care. That is how we do this thing called 'Life'. When the juice of the citrus is gone, We squeeze the rind. We suck the bitterness out and become better. More noble in our humanness. ----Jody-Lynn Reicher 


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