Cinco de Mayo celebrates the Battle of Puebla, when Napoleon's enormous army tried to invade and were pushed back and defeated by a much smaller, mostly untrained peasant force that was defending their own land and homes. The French had their lives on the line, but the Mexicans had their lives and the lives of their children and their children's children and so on and so on. Not to mention the future of their culture and traditions. Imagining the decimation of their future existence gave these humble people the power to destroy an army that had them outmatched in every capacity, save the size of their Imagination and will. That's fucking beautiful!

Imagination can be the darkness and the light. Most often, the light is where we want to reside, positive Imagination and vision drives us to better place, but Imagining a dark, hateful future can help people see a World in which they are unwilling to live and endure. Imagining that hell, juxtaposed with the bright, happy future that they also Imagined for themselves, gave them the will and the power to win.

Imagining and working and fighting together (like the evolving cyanobacteria) to see and create a better future for all. I'm sure the French were pretty fucking happy to be heading back to their families on the fleeing boats.

You don't need destruction for growth and new life. You don't send out armies to take what you want. You ask people to help. And then you ask them what you can do to help them. That's how the cyanobacteria became a multicellular organism, by working as a collective. As one. And if we ever hope to mature and evolve into something better than we are, then we must do the same.

Cowards create wars and destruction. Heroes end them. Like the amazing people of Puebla!