“Without the hope of posterity, for our race if not for ourselves,
without the assurance that we being dead yet live, all pleasures of the mind
and senses sometimes seem to me no more than pathetic and crumbling defences
shored up against our ruin.”
This nation of ours has ignorantly busied itself building sandcastles in the path
of a rising and raging tide.
Oh so certain that the ramparts will hold and the walls will never be breeched…
holding strong while staving off the ill perceived intrusion of lies.
Statues are removed, protests are mounted, while the glamorous raise their glasses in
all the while ignorance is breeding contempt while violence is begetting violence…
Yet in the morning the castles will all be gone.
The tide of Truth will have leveled the pretense of man’s folly.
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