Stream of consciousness:
What do we do, when we finally realize that the system isn't working? That the overriding and under-flowing system is simply out of whack and out of time? The tide of justice is barely reaching the rocks upon which we build our society. But every day, I feel, there is an up-swell that threatens the roots of normalcy. History has choked time and time again on the blood of martyrs, but has sputtered along. Somehow nations have arisen from the ashes of other like-same nations; somehow phoenix resiliency has shown its proud features amongst the devastation. But, should we hope for history to simply die, to lie dormant in the grave of change? Who will weep for the silent lilies- sprung from the bitter seeds of ululations and screams? Are we not better to reject the garments of the dead and to take up the shrouds of inchoate life? Is living nothing more than bone-bitten nails and biding time until boorish death arrives?
No, life is and should be beyond the necrophillic grasp of fear and apathy. Life is wonderment-scintillant, but, buried under freshly shoveled snow. It is time for the spring of our resolve to bring about the melting of our yolks and chains. It is time we recognize soft-fluttering present as the memorizing leviathan that it is. To embrace the dreams of equality, fraternity and sorority as we would the opium of gossip and sadness.
...When the indelible light filtering in-through the turbid windows of our souls, finally becomes impossible to ignore-that is when we are truly born.
-CM.
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