February 21, 2012
We worry. We wait. Is it even decent, moral, ethical to a fault of genocide? Shall we now? Who's going to see a different future? A premonition of the future, not what is, but that it is, waiting for us, as we sit cradling our wits, deliriously content on being discontent. Shall we act on this concern? Shall we bow before the dictums precluding a realization of what could never be in a sane collective, a throng of heavy beating hearts huddling in a mess of twisted steel, glass, brick and self fulfilling prophecies beckoning the end before the end?