I despise i must resort to this instead of having my bully pulpit to shout decrees at the enlightened and ignorant alike. But I have a thing to say before the event, because only one is left. The question i must mull, did knowing the result accelerate it or do nothing? Was it the phrasing, have I been creating choice in my words to the extent I want?
Into the world flows the blackest of bile, and most golden of light, and what ever will the people choose? All is mystery, to dumb people. The brightness of the light, borne before my eyes. Death wilts in its presence. This is not the only place I work, and my job may be complete. I only am.