Climbing above the canopy of humanity,
I glimpse the plight of insanity.

Having been intentionally torn,
Our fabrics cleave to each other,
With more desperation than finesse.

I spend a substantial length of time wrestling with theological questions under the deluded impression that it makes me wiser to them when really it blinds me from taking the first steps in implementing the most elementary and necessary controls.

Did I miss something?

Somehow inter-generational equity is more important than inter-ethnic equity. I am no Cornucopian but surely the people who are dying now are more important than the people who might live in the future...

lunch

The journey: 150 million km
The purpose: Warm my butter to a desirable malleability.
The result: Delicious lunch for me,
An epic anti-climax for the sunlight.