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ELEVEN DEGREES OF SEPARATION

ELEVEN DEGREES OF SEPARATION

I am going to visit India in order to plant several trees outside of cities.
  These will be meditation centers within about 100 years. I am planting trees
  that live up to 2000 years old...which are the same kind that the Buddha was
  enlightened under Eleven trees in all. One in the center surrounded by ten in
  a perfect circle. I will do this ONCE I become a Multimedia Giant...Once I
  become a massive Entrepreneur and philanthropist because that's how we do we
  do we do.

IMAGE AND POEM © 2005 and 2011 by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos This poem marks the birth of my Rockwell Wilder Persona, it's something that better part of me would do.  I had a vision of growing many trees in this configuration around the world, and yes, I did think of starting my own movement let's call it, but it's less and less spiritual and more and more humanist, a gathering of great minds, that's what I wish to see in the future. I feel terrified of this future, overpopulated out of control, destroying nature, I fear for the extinction of my species.  I want there to be a legacy of something cogent and intelligent.  Please plant eleven trees in a circle or ten trees in a circle with an eleventh at the center, and begin a slow growing movement with me.

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