The future is coming, written by innumerable authors. The play's the thing, not the writers' royalties. The human issues as yet to unfold are those myriad details of who will be included in the tale and how it will all go down, even after we ourselves have shuffled off this mortal coil.
Let us not just become some nest of idle, nagging ghosts, ranting noisily from purgatory, but rather take arms now against a sea of troubles, and do so well before further victims must make their appearances upon life's stage, then to discover how it was that their moaning kin hath wrought or rended the scenery within this orbiting theatre.
All of us are stronger than any of us. Whether you are cast among the 99% or the 1%, are you your brother's keeper? That is the question. It is not that it is nobler in the mind to drive upon the right or to drive upon the left, but that to establish no rules of the road for the common good is to carelessly invite the senseless slaughter and the tragedies of unseen innocent fellow travelers over those eons ahead unknown.
Psychopaths have no conscience, and as in a tale of any other malady, those characters gifted with better talents are obliged to put them to good use or else decide to cowardly submit to the unfair whims of chaos.
To be or not to be?
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Oct. 29, 2011