Consistency… Man’s inhumanity towards man.
I always marvel at how quickly the fires of vitriol are extinguished. The finger unfurls itself from its accusatory position and lies, flaccid as if it wasn’t casting blame just moments before.
How the shadows of duplicity make themselves known in the glare of light.
Silence is sanction and a license to ignore the nuisance of parity, why bother with the burden when dispersions are a far lighter load to carry?
I often wonder if the Almighty rues his creation.
It is me… You… Us, that comprises the problem and the solution.
But doing what is hard, doing what should be done… Is too much like right and we are, respectively, too lazy to put up a fight.
When do we push back?