Independence. Four syllables on the fourth of July, an indelible date, forged in a progressive time. Now it is our conservative selves that cherish the calligraphy and the cavalry, those essential tools of the founding of nations built upon the Enlightenment. Forever indebted are we to those fathers who founded a world moment by moment through their progressive thoughts and deeds.

Our progressive selves thirst for the new word to crystallize the scattered droplets of change and pain, the Re-renaissance, the Lighted Enlightenment, the Plu-Perfect-Plateau of the human mind. We find there ourselves in celebration. It is not a victory celebration of left over right or right over left. It is an ambidextrous appreciation of the cherished past and the loving teeming multitudes of possibilities forever within the grasp of our future reaching hands.

A new world is at hand. No longer do we worship the left and the right, these illusory structures of righteous indignation. We are all here, speck-like, adrift on the wind of probability in the vast sea of possibility. We need each other. We need to cherish that calligraphic document. We need to cherish the values and morals that did congeal into our historical facts. And also we need to look forward, to decide to adapt, or to decide to perish, allthewhile congealing the history of our age.

We do this together. Through agreement and dissent, laughter and pain, love and light and darkness. Each other we need, to crystallize and to improve this singular perpetual moment of consciousness. In that simple act we are interdependent. So let us begin there.

Propose I to you this. The voices that divide us, that categorize us and sort us, that insist that we perform our act of creation in separation, isolation, desolation and finality, the voices of an utterly fantastic yet bygone independence -- we must work to relax and sooth and to move beyond those childhood voices. They are within each of us, and they are manifest in the product of our creation, this moment.

And, so, therefore, whereas, now be it resolved, not withstanding anything herein to the contrary, I do hereby pronounce and proclaim, The Fifth Syllable, and bid you Happy In[ter]dependence Day.