Just a guy but yea I think Parable of the Tribes, Heath. Th’ rub. Yep. And woe to all of us. Life by this circle, live for generations. Fill it with a stick of dynamite and blow it To pieces, fragmented and blown to The four winds, it’s every man For himself—for some, their Family but with a chasm, a Great cruel divide. Maybe With a fulcrum, though, a Teeter-totter askew and a Chance in centuries to add Just a few more grains of all Benevolent honor to the teet Side of the teeter-totter. Tip the scale. See a saw come forth and reverse the Fissure, reseal the deal that our Medicine Wheel will again be A worthwhile means of us Cracking the code of Pop ethics again:

Poof. As a majority now we make reasonable decisions again. All that we just kinda know is absurd we deny or prosecute again. And the land o milk and honey become one for all and all for one again, & our thinking looks much like the Preamble to the Declaration of Independence again…as far back as even the most distant of ol’ Timey land caregiving hunter, gatherer, Europeans. It wasn’t Americans who first established the idea of Freedom o’er Tyranny and senselessness. Won’t be just America this Time. How Could It be with all these misalignments? But it’s only in theory because we’re really fucked. All our gooses have been set upon and overcooked. All the well-gotten gains earned by well-means Felled upon and worn out by degenerate forces. Even Robin Williams was pulled apart by horses.