Salir

A day and a half left in Mexico. At the very least, I will leave here with a renewed sense of humanity and humility. When the social levels and blind luck are stripped away, we are all made of the same dirt and water when brought before God. The only real difference is what we make of it. Here, as with anywhere else, most people are making the best they can.
The crowded thousands in the mercados - they scrape together their principles with their dirt and choose to try to better the lives of their families.
The long-dead builders of temples - they used blood and clay to make the future aware of their existance.
The silly little foreign writers - well, they do what they can, too, although it often means giving up. Or placing themselves on the highest of pedestals. This trip, perhaps, will be one more chink in the destruction of my own.
However, I'll be glad to be back in the States. Back to the luxuries of flushing your toilet paper, drinking from the tap, and seeing leaves every once in a while. Regardless, may God keep me from ever forgetting this trip.