I remember hrc gloating about the CIA-attempt at fomenting yet another color revolution there, and the brutal repression, that followed. I also remember being more naïve, thinking green spring was a good thing.

Sometimes I lament that I've not done much growing, but when I look back, I realize I may not be where I want to be, but hallelujah, I'm certainly not where I was. It reminds me perhaps I could be a bit more patient with the slow awakening of the rest of the world; and at once, how little time there is, for the global masses and human life, as a whole.