No history is unrepeatable. Even the worst returns with vengeance for having been beaten before, but comes in different dress, from other quarters, as ravenous and bloodthirsty, civilization notwithstanding.
The outlines of truth are
They stare you in the face
Creativity’s the act of transforming Was
by means of Will’s muscle into Is
We all tend to present our personal corruption in a positive light.
When Goodsense confronts Nonsense, good sense will always seem like non sense to Nonsense.
Those in the midst of a slow cataclysm may not recognize it for what it is.
Life goes on as usual for the moment until the brunt of it hits.
An open mind is your early warning system and flack jacket.
We are the tales we tell ourselves.