On Finding Spiritual Grounds

We live to know a breath of life.

It's nine thirty and the ceiling fan is on low. The rain is slow but fat outside the screen sliding door. It's bouncing off the wooden deck and The Last Samari is sinking into the folds of my brain. Soaking up talk of honor and self disapline. Expecting respect and recognizing rain and it's affect to the mind.

Men of culture, destiny, duty and strength. People with different eyes and skin, both alike in dignity, both alike in heart.

"Do you believe a man can change his destiny?"
"I believe a man will do what he can until his destiny is revealed."
Last Samari

Channeling bravery and power through your pores, into your skin so that every cell of life is resilient. Retaining the peace to return to once the bravery is not needed. It's about appreciating and respecting human instincts, human interaction and the world in which human resides. A carfully woven web of connections and energy passing between the living and the non.

I interpret this system as religion within each other instead of the unknown air above our heads. Dedication to each surviving warrior that with stands nature against the human life. Respecting the short lived nature of our stay and treating each boned structure with skin and eyes as the temple it was built to be. They let themselves live within and throughout the bodies of themselves and each other. Relying on the power of the human spirit to shape the understanding of their own and their species.
Brilliant.

Discipline. Belief. And the power to put them together within a unified cause. Fighting with passion for the roots of pride. Seemingly fearless faces lined together, staring down the weaknesses of jealousy, greed and deceit. The moral fiber of man out weighing the burden of injustice.

The Human Connection.
It's what I've called it.

The caring relations of our species and the desire to do what's right as a whole. Fighting for your honor, speaking against untruth, sacrifice for greater good.
Respect.
What man gives everything for. What man dies for in the face of wrong doing.
Peace.
The pampering the soul gives to the body for respecting the living, breathing vessel.

What a tremendously powerful belief system.

When 400 men get on their knees and bow their heads to one fallen soldier, that is humanity blossoming for one moment.

I lack an order of diplomacy to which I owe everyone if I am to find the respect I deserve.

"As for the Captain... I like to think he found the peace that so many seek and so few ever find."
TLS