Written, once again, by a dream I had.

I feel abused. I am less abused than most people in the world, probably. But I am still abused. A lot. Things like this come about because of that. 

There is an element of evil that will never be able to be cut out of the world, the natural. February 26th is an avatar of that. This is nothing more than a lament. There is little to be learned from the cruelty carved into the universe, at least, little useful. That cruelty we cannot change. But sometimes recognition of that cruelty can be cathartic.