Please, allow me to be.

I consider myself a citizen of the world. Not merely an American. I have German and Czech roots. I have an Italian amore, too. I travel in Europe, in Britain, in Canada. All over. I feel unrestricted. Free. A resident not only of Planet Earth. But of the vast, infinite cosmos. I don’t put America above and beyond all else. Because we are all in this together. At the moment, I feel more French. Than American. Other times, I feel African or Asian or Middle Eastern. Little wonder. That I am in love. With life. With existence. Please. Please. Allow me to live in a buoyant and boundless manner. --Jim Broede