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About three years ago I responded to this question "How would you explain how the world works to others?" with "A soul, mind, heart in a person. A person in a family. A family in society. Society in country and world. A world in the universe. A universe of unknowns and knowns." A simple but elegant explanation of the world, and it captures the interconnectedness of all things.

With eight billion of us, it is easy to be fooled that I do not make a difference and that I am powerless. I think of this quote from Doctor Seuss, "To the world, you may be one person, but to one person you are the world." This is a reminder that we all have the power to make a difference in the lives of others. Even if we feel small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things, we are the world to the people who love us.

Charles Eisenstein is a writer, speaker, and activist who is known for his work on consciousness, culture, and ecology. We are all part of the same story. Eisenstein believes that we are all connected to each other and to the natural world. We are all part of the same story, and we all have a role to play. He believes that we need to shift our worldview from one of separation to one of interdependence. This fits perfectly with my last blog post: we are all the same.

The world works when we all come together to make the world a better place. How often have you heard the phrase, "money makes the world go round". I found this youtube video that challenges us to think differently. Watch "A world without money" by Jade Saab. Jade is a Lebanese/Canadian writer and political theorist. I like this comment under that video, "A world driven by passion and love instead of survival and fear." How the world works now does not have to be how the world works in the future. Can you reimagine how the world works? Why and how we do things? 
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