 I looked out across the green and gold prairies, flat and empty, and felt helpless.
The sky was so big, the blue of day like helium in my chest, the sparkle of night like white fire on my head.
I was alone, and without great power, humble and humbled. Peace.
Now I look across caves of glass and steel, temples tall and empty, and feel trapped.
The ground is so heavy, the cement of man's hand pulling me down, the stale street lights dripping in my mind.
I feel lonely, powerless against the collective apathy, the prideful erode my insecure soul.
Where
is hope? Where is strength? Where are the dozens, the dozens of
dozens, who will sacrifice for the painter of blue, the fire behind the
night?
Stand now, denizens of peace, and spend
the capital of your lives on eternity. Invest in the aimless, those existing
in the caves and temples, under the crusty beams of light.
Then, life with purpose. Life beyond self: humility, peace, and soul.
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