thanks for sharing that, Cass.

the wrong people are running this ship into not just a sandbar but the rocks … & in the company of sharks of every tooth and bloodlust.  Ooo-OOO  …So I cringe the cringe of optimisms lost & soon intend to count mad costs … as costs we will incur & costs are the lies that bind.  Ties our hands behind our backs … as mothers cry for babies gone before their time.  & the rhymers rhyme but there’s not much point anymore … to toss a point across the chasm between one idea of common sense and another’s aim to win, just win.

Who was it who said “sin,” and then made it their mission to point them out around them?  Sister, you know in your heart where the sun comes up and ends in dusk, …you and those like you have known for far too long now … and yet we sidle up to gold and ire like Pontius Pilate sidled up to men in robes and the highest buildings of lore, casting ourselves into some ancient & pointless lake of fire with every new compromise. 

…Whoops, got a little carried away.  What I meant to say was, “Thanks for sharing.”