Younited States

What is a place without the people, and what are the people without a place? A piece of land is just inanimate dirt until trodden. We long for the land that stands as a testament, a lonely relic of a golden time gone by. But is it the space we seek or the individuals who joined together in a tapestry of youthful exuberance, and created a nation of naive naissance, a common coming of age?

In our mind's eye we idealize and metamorphosize those memories into a Younity of many; of the country, by the country and in the country. Bungalows and barns, hotels and horse farms, candy-stores and camps. The country was and still is an escape from the heat and the humdrum.

And that country consisted of states, bound by the collective You. They ran the gamut from the proverbial agony to ecstasy and every nuance imaginable. Each of us perceived a different reality, now filtered through the prism of the past tense. States of joy, sadness, competitiveness, creativity, uninhibitedness, longing, loneliness, the list goes on. They altered the landscape, but each contributed to create the patchwork quilt of quintessential Younanimity.

These Younited states, are dependent upon your support. Some have seceded from the Younion, and many have incorporated and ratified a new constitution, celebrated whenever there is a consensus to caucus. Yet the capitol still stands, the alpha and the Omega, waiting for it's minions to make the pilgrimage, to congregate once again as a nation.

Even if only for a day.