Once again, we took the light and comfort for granted, wrecked ill-will, sowed despair, and made short-sighted gains in exchange for crushed spirits.
Convictions are weakened. Ignorance extolled as virtues. Liars and cheaters emboldened. A cacophony of bitter voices sell the mistaken notion that all this is nothing but a game and we should all learn to play it.
Yet again, we must pay the price.
The hour of the rough beast has come. The primordial ocean will cleanse the land. The volcanic flames will burn stronger than anyone's desire. All will be engulfed in a fury greater than everyone's wounded pride.
Then, just as promised, the light will shine through.
Yet again, a rebirth of ideas. An enlightenment of the mind. A return to our better nature. The bitter voices will be drowned out, and all that will be left is the pure sound of time marching on.
