war declared... it is time to act. too much energy already squandered babbling away to an entrapped audience, oblique to message, focused upon symbol... meaning lost. the task appears daunting to utter the least. miniscule gestures; i step forward, probably soon to be crushed by the mammoth task ahead. how can so much rest with the individual, what with all our flaws, limitations fragility and pain... doubt permeates every synapse. faith is a luxury well afforded from the armchair, and obvious to those graced by divine assistance. but what of us who see not light, who have no reason to believe, apart from dubious conjecture? give me a reason to put everything on the line... again. sure there was never a flaw, perfection in all designs thus far; self evident. that alone serving as indicative of future resultants... but the process was so heavy, and i wonder if that energy is still on my side. the force left my dreams many a night ago, i am visited by strength rarely... and survive by the discipline afforded by fine tuned analysis. yet the mental being does not suffice in this level of the game my love... for that matter it is the first thing stripped away, the last tangible object, beyond which truth burns eternal. proper conduct in such circumstances, a cultural operating system composed of a language beyond human, yet so familiar. who knows, perhaps it is time to remain silent, and listen for a change...