I miss the country’s unity. I don’t lament it. That would be goofy . . . to lament something that I knew was so beautiful. But I do miss it. It is sort of like my dog, Reckless. I loved that dog more then I ever loved anything in my life. I loved everything about him. I loved the way he looked, the way he smelled, the way he slept. I loved every minute of everything about him. And when I had to put him down I wished it could have been the both of us. But I don’t lament it. How could I lament what was the truest joy I have known? So I don’t lament the loss of a united people . . .but I surely do miss it. I miss who America was and why I came.
Bless you for your beauty.