Here I Am

I've been gone quite a while, writing and reading, chasing boredom in my leggings and socks. And now I'm here. If I've learned one thing over these past few months and years, it is this: Plan to be surprised. I've got sixty more years to do all the things I want.

So here's what I want to know now: What is the history of all of our stuff?

I have a whole life full of things and I don't know where any of it comes from. How did the glass I'm using get here, to my cupboard? How many miles and hands did it take to go from sand to glass to the cup I just drank my milk in?

I'm astounded by the amount of questions I have about the things existing in our world.
Where does the water in the pipes in my building in seattle come from?
and if it comes from a reservoir, where is it?
Who built it? and when?
Were they paid fairly?

And after all that, it goes back to the politics of the city, to the government of whatever nations were involved.

It goes back to history.

I don't have an answer and I don't expect to be handed one, but I think it's important to discuss.

Because how can we, as a people, know who we are, and what to do next, unless we know how we arrived?