Think Border-Less
The wilderness is uncultivated
The forests are untapped
The oceans are pregnant with billions
When I look at how many solutions
That already exist in my choice sphere
I crawl back into my shell
But the next minute, I'm informed of the crisis, in multiples of ten, that has hit the neighbourhood, and aha
I'm forced to step out and get my hands tilling. We need to keep the solutions coming because the challenges are on endless auto-arrival
Wherever you see a need to give a hand, forget the number of hands in the room, send in yours.
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