How insincere of us to wallow in the glory and never go after the prodigal. How naive of us to fill our pockets with seeds, never intending to gather a harvest, let alone plant anything. How twisted to withhold the medicine from the sick. — Kyle Harper, The World Race Take time to read this piece, "My One Night with a Prostitute." I'll let the man's blog post speak for itself. What are we doing, indeed.