I have seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness. I have seen mountain sides crumble, and whole forests burn. Old mines explode and the air filled with smoke that would frighten even creatures of darkness from hell.
I have felt earthquakes that have ripped the strongest of human made foundations. A virus akin to the days of old cripple the economy of much the globe and pull my species down to its knees. The vacant and cowardly minded refusing chaos, insisting all must have intelligent planning, that everything is a conspiracy, and that no massacres ever occur.
I have tasted the failure of will. A masked populace, refusing of circumstance yet ever so accepting of its consequences. Tweeting and memeing and...*cough* blogging about their refusal to submit, yet continuing to live as the very slaves they don't believe they are.
I have heard sounds of blathering politicians who strive to make the world a darker, more dangerous place. All they do scrounge and hate, and vote in their interests, keeping big business and their own personal ideals the primary points of the legislation that effects our everyday life. The only people that are perhaps more repulsive are the businessman who run the Mormon church, the catholic priests who love the children so, and inner city cops who live to serve their white supremist masters.
Cynicism aside, one day the sun will explode, and all history of all our petty creations will mean nothing.
That's a positive, right?
Happy Black History Month, the shortest month of the year, which I am sure is a coincidence.
~X
