But can you tell me who’s in command?
When you tell me the forces we’re fighting
Then I’ll join you and gladly make plans.”
I’m not much of a radical but I am willing to be the frothing battle priest for a cause.
I already know the enemy, it stares me in the mirror daily. I just need an alternative for it. A solution. I will accomplish nothing by changing the world. I need to change man. The problem is, I don’t know how. Until then I need to bide my time, watch, listen and learn. Most of all learn. For this is a battle fought with knowledge and wisdom. This is the cold war for the soul of mankind. No, for the soul of a man. In singular. If I gain the knowledge to change myself… To redeem one soul. Then I may be able to attempt it en masse. From singular to plural. From a speck of dust, smaller than a grain of sand, to a sandstorm.
Sounds easy, doesn’t it?
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