I understand all too well now. As I hear children speak and say how they do not care how they speak. I tell them it is sad and they say it is not. I reply, “It is sad that you do not care.” and with their next breath their guardian states that their grammar is good. How have we come to this point? It is not uneasy to see.
I sit outside tonight, all alone. Everyone else is within, outside the below freezing temperature and yet they complain about being cold when it is seventy degrees.
The mass prides itself on civilization but civilization is not its downfall for it is its pride, pride in doing that which is not good.
The mass chooses to do what is easy rather than right. Yet I strive, with unction to postpone this apocalypse but as each day passes, I see its inevitability. For just as a flame without fuel can no longer maintain its spark, so mankind has decided to do. Holding on to its creations and haphazardly throwing away that which has been created for them.
But do not think thyself lost, only mislead…but that is thy deficiency.