Denmark, the UK, America is essentially the same Anglo Saxon culture.

My surname Engberg is a name my family got from Angels here in Denmark. Engberg is a small mound in Angels.

Yet, there is a deep difference in the cultures. Danish culture is essentially masochistic I think.

We always punish our greatest thinkers. Like in the ugly duckling, where poor Hans Christian Andersen were abhorred and picked on. Or Kierkegaard, the great defender of Lutheran faith in the face of secularism, he got the ice treatment. Me, I am as abhorred as I am loved here in Denmark. They love me, and yet nobody must know. It’s just so, I don’t know, old I guess and ancient and deep yet not always positive.

At the other end of the spectrum there is America, burning the midnight oil of true idealism and striving for the shared dream of unity and ethics. You are so young compared to us Danes. So full of joy and spirit. We are deep and mysterious, you are fighting for the thrilling dawn.

In the Middle there is England, the land of velvet meadows. Mysterious in its own mix of the ancient Gaelic powerstones, the deep seated Roman philosophy, permeating the land. And the brutal memories of Danish warriors who destroyed and fought like Vikings of old.

This amalgament of thought, idealism, deep seated pain is what brings beautiful dreams to the fore. Like the dreams of unconditional love and spiritual grace.

This is what we should put in our shared destiny and write stories about.

Stories of windswept sailors, bridging the abyss of sea to reach the abode where the beauty lie in her glory.

Things like that, dreams of both glory, idealism, spirit and let those plans and poetry lift us all to a place of joy and camaraderie.

Let’s do that.

G-d bless the will to find dreams to elevate us all. G-d bless the good we share and give for fellowship and wonder and joy.