A madwoman has been awakened. A crazed preacher, a zealot. Unfortunately, it's not timely, and I don't have a venue.

I am awake at 6 am after only sleeping a couple hours anyways. Dreaming up ways of sending MR. Steven Harper a letter. Images of myself screaming onto video.
A friend posted a link to an Avaaz petition about stopping En-whatever. The company with the oil pipeline, and all that's connected to the tankers that will, as of yesterday, be allowed again (since when they have been disallowed, I am not sure but perhaps since the last very serious oil spill) to go down the coast OF MY PROVINCE.

As somewhat of a disclaimer, I do not know the issue very well. I do not know for sure that I should necessarily be freaking out, but this is a purely illogical response which I will explain soon.

My letter would say something like this: Mr. Harper, if you are a Christian like my parents believe you are, then you should go spend some time in the forests of Coastal B.C. because you would re-connect with God a bit better there. Then you need to go live in China. (Especially since that is who this issue concerns). You would then be very, very careful what you let happen to these forests or the coast nearby them.

Let me explain something. When someone comes near your body with something dangerous to you, you make them stop (self censored here for fear of a scary big brother world out there)
When I came back from my year in China, something had snapped. When the air AT THE AIRPORT smells like chlorophyll, the green needles of trees, and pure oxygen like you were dying of thirst and did not even know it until you took a sip (a breath), when you see mountains rising from the North Shore of the city upon which you can make out enormous, healthy trees, and you see that they are uncut... and seem to rise up from the edge of the houses completely un spoiled by anything, and you know because you've been there, that there really is NOTHING of civilisation (no clearing of the land for cultivation, no herders herding) beyond that; when you see Cedar and Douglas Fir tree trunks all around you in a dense, moist forest and this has been nowhere even within reach for one whole year, some part of you other than your brain and eyes recognises it. When you have cried just to look at pictures that showed bits of remote coastal BC wilderness where you have been dropped, and sat far from everything with utter peace and only an eagle, bears nearby...
There is a kind of thing that exists: if you have any connection or experience of the nature of the place you live ... it is part of your body. It may be that only immigrants or those who have spent a large amount of time away from their place of origin would understand me.