All Roads Lead Home

All love roads toward Home, if home is Rome then all roads lead toward Romish home, especially when we are in a climatic crisis and we really do need to be Home to grow as healthy and safe as can be. Why can't Person A's prickly paradise become Person B's gooey quagmire of a nightmare, until Person B remembers how and why and when and where they have co-arose Person A? Why can't one person's genius be another person's Wild Card, and vice versa? If one person's technology can be another person's magic, then why can't one person's science be another person's craft, and the other way around? Why can't one person's medicine be another person's ecotherapy becoming medicine? Why can't one person's Tipping Point dialectical ecosystemic theory of time as bilateral function be another person's Mythic Earth Creation Story, and both-and? Why can't one person's fear about pre-climatic critical intervention trends, as too slow and lethargic and ignorant, be another person's just-right ReGenesis Myth? Why can't one person's Gethsemane Garden be another person's PermaCulture Sesame Street? 1. Where we first notice what's goin' down. 2. Then discover how to improve the flowers and cull the weedpatch Groutches into a somewhat better sense of humor reqarding hygienic therapy and what is grungy treasure. 3. Co-invest in implementation, hosting cooperative stone-soup gift-it-forward Golden Rules of relationship and transactions, 4. Harvest healthy wealth like polyculturally organic Cookie Monsters, Dressed up as Bodisattva Warriors costumed for WinWin chess folding and unfolding co-empathic gaming choices until everybody wins because no one ever dies alone or afraid to live together on Sesame Street, in mindbody homes, whether in or beyond Rome.