A blinking black line

A blinking black line. A ceaseless struggle to fill the empty space with words that leave a mark on their reader. An attempt to convey truly held beliefs, even when they seem to collapse under their own weight in its presence. Any knowledge we could ever require has been discovered by those who came before us. The goal of writing perhaps not the discovery of something new, but the rediscovery what was once known. To re-articulate old ideas and to absorb their wisdom. To see the commonality in the mistakes made by our predecessors and to, hopefully, do better. Our predecessors have made unfathomable sacrifices to protect those who came after them. To warn them of just how easily humans can accept great acts of evil, if only those within view pretend no evil has been committed. Our modern inventions only a comfortable delusion to facilitate the disregard for the wisdom of the past. Surely, our ingenuity has allowed us to rise above the banality of evil? A blinking black line. Perhaps…