Where do the compromised poor stand?

They stand less proud than their children, less sure than the path that will one day be surer than theirs. But their path (let alone the path of their children) is not your path which is more treacherous and less in tune with the forest when it chimes with the wind.

How is the song of the unsung heard? By dreading them. How is the the gulf breached? By submission to the dread. There is semblance of choice when it is time to choose. Choose the apparition of choice, and choose well.

(Habarana to Trincomalee, Sri Lanka; Aug 6, 2013)

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