To whom it may concern
October 22nd 2007 13:56
Dear Sir,
I write to you to tell you how, the time has come, the time is now.
the plot has barely thickened still and we all would wish that you could still be here to hear the way the story goes from to and fro.
For it has come to my attention that we both are implicit in the greatest crime in history. Well it would be called so, except for the excuse of our utter naivety. For we did not know until we had just become conscious now and before that, who could blame a sleeping man for what he does when he does not know, forgetting now that he thought he knew, though he dreamed.
But you and I, we are conscious now, and I call out to you from in the dark. For around me now all slumber. Is it late? indeed there is an illusion that it is night. But all around me slumber and I am wide awake, whitness as the sleep walkers go about their murderous ways. Are you with me? How shall we wake them, how shall we arouse these masses, for we cannot remain conscious and watch them walk off a cliff, and say it is not our fault if they couldn't be convinced to change their course.
Stop stuggling and open your eyes, listen to my words as they data mine our lives. We are alive, we are the ones, and they shall remember us as their time comes.
I write to you to tell you how, the time has come, the time is now.
the plot has barely thickened still and we all would wish that you could still be here to hear the way the story goes from to and fro.
For it has come to my attention that we both are implicit in the greatest crime in history. Well it would be called so, except for the excuse of our utter naivety. For we did not know until we had just become conscious now and before that, who could blame a sleeping man for what he does when he does not know, forgetting now that he thought he knew, though he dreamed.
But you and I, we are conscious now, and I call out to you from in the dark. For around me now all slumber. Is it late? indeed there is an illusion that it is night. But all around me slumber and I am wide awake, whitness as the sleep walkers go about their murderous ways. Are you with me? How shall we wake them, how shall we arouse these masses, for we cannot remain conscious and watch them walk off a cliff, and say it is not our fault if they couldn't be convinced to change their course.
Stop stuggling and open your eyes, listen to my words as they data mine our lives. We are alive, we are the ones, and they shall remember us as their time comes.
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