Well yeah, we’re all interdependent.  I think the Lakota’s said that way beck when, & Milarepa way-way back when, & the Dalai Lama of today, …Jesus too, no?  This interdependence & the abuse of it is splayed all over our world history…& depicted in every medium wherein talent translates notion into art.  Just because some obscure lib songwriter can recognize this interconnectedness, that doesn’t make it untrue…or in any way superfluous, does it?  How thickheaded is man?  Pretty thick, no question.  Sorrow is thickest on the edges of this understanding.  To know we are all interdependent…in this world created in gluttony’s well-heeled image, knowing that the cogs are positioned & the steel spheres set already into motion on oiled titanium runners that spiral on into totality is devastating if regarded in it’s truest magnitude.  I much more rather read Ed’s reply to Reg’s song (above) over & over again…& chuckle and ROTFFLMAO… than to think about the reality of ancient greed, the devastation to land & sea & humanity & ticks here & tocks there of humanity’s greatest potentials being lost by the hour on a planet so vast in it’s perfection and wonder that other planets must weep beside their own sunrise-sunsets at the poignant spectacle they witness in this galaxy they share with Earth.  Statisticians everywhere can itemize this economic trend down to the nearest political decimal on their lunchbreak & not break a sweat...or a nail, & voters can line up at the poles & vote the television’s conscience as their own, & the radio can explain it all in simple conservative verses liberal, black & white, them verses us, (right) right verses (wrong) left pejorative pundit speak until we’re all blue moon in the face with oppression & oxygenless agony, & it won’t change the fact that we are being fleeced for sake of he who dies with the most toys wins.  & we are a strong lot who can take it, oh you know we can take it ‘cause we can bend, twist, dislocate before we break, …but we’re nearing the break.  Handing far too much of our money up into oblivion is getting real heavy, Ross, …just this side of too heavy to bear. 

I hear you, but I wonder how much good it does to dig too deep in that regard.

Ross (net.neighbor), the gravity o that notion, sir, just may be my middle name.