Dancing Last Rites at Wrong Destiny Mall

Look at this super mall standing here before us, Destiny USA. Where did we Americans get the idea that our built environment would never effect us? Did we ever stop and ask the question: Can we keep the Peace if our families spend time in this thing? It is an enormous commons, a vortex to entice citizens away from their own neighborhoods from hundreds of miles away.

Now - that traditional grassy center of town, the Main Street and the open porch, the stoop and the library steps - the Commons - that is where the rigor of Peace takes place. The conversations there keep us within our common sense about war and peace. One might call it our "Commons Sense." We save our lives with the most ordinary design. When we have a few moments every day where we gather. Face each other. Call out our names. Know one another's history's and sum it up. The much-maligned small town talk of health and the weather is actually the basis for the commons sense of Peace.

Our Destiny, in the stolen commons of this mall, is to be murdered and murder others. Does anyone think I'm exaggerating? Our commons sense is converted to the industrial-scale conversation of product marketing. But this economy - the sweatshops, the packaging and endless ads and the CO-2 emissions, the credit cards and the waste - this economy that was supposed to be our Destiny was always violent. Finally is collapsing in on itself. On September 15, we gathered in an symbolic abandoned gas station, to start the journey back to the talking and listening of our own Commons.