November 19, 2016
Winter has come for the greater generations; we've only
these monuments to our better angels now. They elevated knowledge, while we
suborn it to emotion. They remained calm under fire, while we burn with
hair-trigger outrage. Their humility and quiet actions spoke of their
character; our hollow and sanctimonious bellicosity belies our own. We're no
longer the people we once were, nor those we so loudly profess to be. But while
these stone memorials to discarded ideals remain, I will enjoy them and share
them with you on this beautiful fall day, in rapidly fading hopes for our
return to worthiness of their provenance.
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