I plan on continueing this little ditty in a political manner as my hiatus and my fiction has arrived me in a state of delusional dereliction - only to say the best!

"The time has come", the Walrus said, "to talk of other things. Of sails and ships and sealing wax and cabbages and Kings, and why the sea is boiling hot and whether Pigs have wings. True lay, true la, come one and all for Cabbages and Kings."

Somewhere between Alex Jones and Rush Limbaugh, somewhere deep in the twilight, we will find the truth, the fact, the fiction, and folly.

Maybe, just maybe, we will condescend and transcend at the same time and in doing so we can sleep so softly with the truth, that we scribe the future. Many have disregarded me due to my absence or my change of pace during the race, but, when all is said and done, there is a moment of Gil Scott Heron to be had; a bit of Ben Franklin's beverage.

When we continue to read and learn and conserve and construct do we lead the pack to the meat of the fury and fashion and, of course, the survival, do we begin to comprehend the wrath of a World that we found oursleves bereft of.

This is the begining of a new age; a time of podcasts and written blather that just may make a difference due to the lack of finacial backing and not the propencity of it.

We shall start the revolution.

We shall ingest the change.

May no one remain silent during the revision.

May no one revise enough to make the palate slavate less or more.

We will be one in our diversity.

It is time to stand up and say the truth. Truth is the ultimate painful succure of healing.

The wound is a gash of evil, and even the most ridiculous allies sum up it's pain with each drawn thread.

Gather.

Learn.

Know.

Godspeed ...