I am not a messiah. I am the voice of one crying out in the hive of the city. The mayor of this city is a Freemason. There was too much greenery: and I was blinded. That was when forever began. But the lives are cut off from the lives. This is because we live doubly blind. There are no more stone statues or monuments. These are the dark times, the terrible times. This is my crucible; this is your crucible. We are the ones whose lives are a crucible, while the rest of the world feels they must climb mountains or ski down dangerous slopes. We have so much adventure sitting at the bus stop and contending with the assassins that we are sick of adventure, and we cannot escape it. We are already warriors, we are already veterans; our minds are battlefields; we do battles on the street corner or in filthy apartments; we are victims of psychological warfare on the street corner.