I know of the Watchers, enemies and friends alike, though I am a bit suspicious of all intents; I have to trust there is good in people; though I also have to be aware some show this selectively. If not in behavior, then thought.
I once thought I would write words that meant something, and the life I lived would take care of itself.. but no, didn't happen. The words I wrote drove some to murder, others to supremacy, some to a madness of sorts. I was discombobulated, by the experiences with brain washing. Never allowed to have a mind of my own. Always directed. This then was carried out on fish to the tenth extreme, exactly what I would not want. I appreciate that this is war, and if I can be of advantage to people of all colors and beliefs, almost, to freedom of thought, and the individual, I will do so. '
I say I lean left because that is the closest to how I see humans living. I thought they might, but... the climate is gone, a Greenhouse, the self-perpetuating process grows worse every year, a hundred degrees in the Arctic, broke all records and scared the hell out of the Scientists studying the matter.
My place I know now in the apocalyptic event is certain NOT to be worshipped. Not to be in Charge. The Christ wanted action on the environment, to preserve the future, had a vision of how we might live, utopian dreams with no substance. Instead the last will live underground. I will be an old man, though certainly alive, when the collapse comes. My work before that
