When did that happen?
I seem to have started classifying people as those that are awake and understand the full breath of danger our civilization is in and those whom I tend to simply classify as lost.
I wounder if it's just me doing this mental exorcise that separate the goats from the lambs or is this a common occurrence? I don't think I'm being spiteful or high handed with this thought process for I don't do it purposely.
Should I have knocked on his window 'yes his windows were rolled up' and preached to him that time is short and there is much to prepare. And who am I to think I can preach to anyone about the future?
When did that happen?
How can I change societies apathy, an apathy that will surly leave the starving, running hither and yon ' I always wanted to write that ' calling out for salvation? Being aware, does this give me the burden to be the crier sounding the alarm of impending doom? Oh why didn't I study philosophy at college? I remember, something like, I can't make a living as a philosopher.
So now I am left with these feelings of remorse and dread. Lord I pray, how many should I try to save, one, five, a hundred? Which do I try and save, just the children, women and children, who Lord, am I left to make the decision?
When did that happen?
I am but just one person, ineffectual at best, I probably can't even save myself, why am I so concerned with saving the world?
My soul, I am part of the human race and empathy allows me to reach out to those in need, unlike the demons we battle. Feelings are not a weakness, I pray we never lose them, but I concede in war and preparing for battle they can be a great burden.
I am not a battle harden solider, I can not conceive the mental discipline that is needed, but that discipline will be necessary for all of us to appropriate and wear like armor, just to keep our sanity.
Though I am aware that many shall die and that there is nothing on God's green earth I can personally do to change that, I must continue the fight. My eyes may have tears, I shall not relent, the trigger awaits my hand.
Daddy's little girl is all gown up.
When did that happen?
- Emily Disraeli
