I've been reading this whole "who owns Rosie" debate and it makes me sad. The last memories of Rosie (on the list, anyways) is the questioning of who owned her. I've hardly read anything, lately, ABOUT Rosie. That would be what I'd want to remember about Rosie - what she did, what kind of life she had, those kinds of things. Personally, I don't really care who owned her, as long as they did the best they could while they had her. This ugly ownership thing... Nobody owns any living thing, really. Oh, we're higher up on the food chain, alright. We're more evolved and more intelligent, created in the divine image of God. Then I read about some of the things we do to those "less" than ourselves and I choke on my tea. So much for evolution and divinity. But that's what we are. We're a miracle of duality. And sometimes we're so busy about the business of ourselves that we lose track of the things that matter the most. But eventually it comes back to us. We're only shepherds, at best. It's our most important job. Where one leaves off, another picks it back up. It's no crime. It's how we highly evolved and divine beings are supposed to work, you know. Just let go. Roary Albuquerque, NM ___________________________ "So little time, so little time I'm so frustrated So little joy, so little joy It's complicated I feel I'm stumbling in the dark Somnambulated I feel my heart seeking the sparks I'm praying for love Love is more than enough Simply being loved is more than enough." BT - from "Somnambulist" [Posted in FML issue 4922]