The fog of years mask the dreams of youth. Here, in a future once unimagined, the thoughts of long ago are but echoes as we meander through the days
of our journey. But some dreams resonate with clarity through these days. Some events remind us of our youthful wishes. And these days, we weep for
the dreams once dreamed.
I can still feel the exuberance of discovery. That moment of clarity that revealed to me the powerful dreams of unimaginably brave people who dared
to set forth a new nation. With brilliant strokes of a mighty pen, a nation based on self-evident truths and liberty sprung into extraordinary life.
The genius of the words and the sacrifice of their champions resonate with undeniable power throughout history.
Youthful dreams of grand ideas, scintilating futures, and unlimited potential emerge out of this discovery. What a grand and wondrous responsibility
it is to live in an era where we can look back to the brilliance of a Bill of Rights, the genius of a Constitution, and tearfully brave hope of a
Declaration of Independence. With that foundation and the knowledge of the thankless deeds of the founders, how could the future be anything but
If only, for a moment, a precious moment, I could relive that feeling once more.
And here we live. Our river of the dreams of yesterday shattered on the rocky shore of reality. The outpouring of our genius founders has been
twisted. The foundation of yesterday's sacrifice has been boldly refashioned into a hymn of tomorrow's apathy. Today's self-evident truth is fear,
and tomorrow's is liberty lost.
I can feel the slow build of dreaded discovery. A moment of bitter clarity that reveals the shocking maneuverings of unimaginably audacious people who
dare to set back a great nation. With ingenious strokes of a powerful pen, a nation falls backward into fear and treachery. An insult to our founding
words and the sacrifice of our champions, these deeds will resonate with undeniable loathing throughout history.
In quiet corners of whispered places, speculation circulated, predicting these shallow deeds of callousness. The distant thunder was heard by a few.
But their voice was soft and uncertain. With the storm upon us, it seems no voice can be heard. How can this storm be anything but devastating?
If only, for a moment, a precious moment, I could shut out the storm.
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[edit on 16-5-2006 by SkepticOverlord]