I settled into silence, into the heart of grief mourning for the dead and the living dead. After three days I got up.
We have failed every single dream and fine idea that was planted in me and in my generation when I was young and I accept responsibility.
Part of the world I am; sacrificing every fine young/old idea that I was given or I thought through myself. I can’t bear to hear another cliché or partial solution to perceived problems.
We are undone.
We should all be in deep mourning for what we as a people failed to be, and unless we look deep into the mirror of our culture and claim its reclamation and repair, we dedicate the future to the same failed set of ideas we inherited and neglected to fix.
We are sacrificing our children now to our sorry promises and hollow, empty language.
Better, more, smarter.