this (hundredth post) will lead me to a hard truth our ancestors have build for us, without us in mind. and, so today, i cried. it was a silenced cry which echoed thunderously in my chest for the world to hear. it was a reflection of ourselves magnified hundredth times. still, with our eyes open, we couldn't see the ugliness of our nature, the cruel carelessness for our uncertain future, and the imminent war we are about to embark; but, mostly, our superficial need for the superficial. we are all talk, no action. (we're sure that you'll agree.)