4007. THE MOB-RULE OF A TRUE FAITH

  THE MOB-RULE  

OF A TRUE FAITH

I guess such things that happen matter, like the

blood-red rush from an apple, or the slow ooze

of berries into milk. The most simple things we

carry, like a childhood of memory filled with the

dance. Outside of my vision, just beyond the

point I see, I know the world is turning, the bold

roads running on, and millions of featureless

people are carting their yaks or driving their

Chevies. No distinction need be made. We are

all of one and most the same. Not to say that

that is good  -  distinctions are what make things

happen, the pinpoint focus of a genius voice, the

needle-eye aim of  a chosen one. When they do

arise, and come to the fore, we either heartily

fight them off or, roaring like the bestial mob we

are, enjoin ourselves to climb aboard and cheer.