A rebel without a clue.

Time is a great healer. It has been said. The things in the mind of the past dissolve like entropic decay. They collapse into more remote or closed off sections of the presence. Sometimes they appear again, especially in dreams or, for me, when I am walking. They appear bright as day to punish me and kick me. It's always been a surreal experience for me the way I can be walking, walking, walking and suddenly a memory of what someone did or said to attack me becomes the focal point, clear as day, which punishes me again and again. It's like someone, somewhere, is thinking negative thoughts about me right then and they spontaneously pop up in my head there, adding fear and doubt into my actions: a question of what it all means occurs to me then and I want to scream. ... Give thanks for life. Be thankful. Pay attention and be grateful. Life is difficult, but it is always worth carrying the cross. The cross is light.

We must remember what happened all those years ago and why, if it occurs again, there will be nothing left but piles of corpses and tattered rags degenerating in the erosions of time. Whatever we are for, if indeed there is any meaning to anything we do, surely those memories of past brutality (which still occur all around us) can stop us being so utterly pointless? There is a vulture circling overhead on the border between east and west waiting to pounce on chaos and further rip it to shreads, laughing and screeching, in the gutter in which we could lie. But, no, this cannot be! Remember the past, don't turn your back on the hideous things we did (and are still doing). History is a lesson poorly learnt. So we stand at yet another crossroads. Where untruth is spoken and broadcast between nation and individuals, people, families, friends and in ourselves which must be seen for the calamity it could become. Remember what happened last time Europe, and the world, descended into rivalr...