When I see, like a moment of rebirth or a liberating wonder, the shining power of a conflagration… raging on the dark horizons of this eternal night we suffer beneath the criminal subjugation of our commercial cultures, media, and governments… when I see the fire ablaze like that long-awaited dawn whose sacred luminance lends its holy lightning to our hearts and minds… then I know that I see either into a mirror… or that one of my people has awakened once again to ardency, and is calling forth from their core the raging torch of beauty’s truth, and truth’s beauty… reminding the world that the conflict is not settled. No. Indeed, these mortal beacons announce the formation of a path beyond its confines; a path that I know we shall make and tread together.

And fierce though our fury and love may be, these fertile fires are but the sparks that lead the night’s dissolution. And I feel a sense of hope, and of loyalty, of companionship, and membership… in a heroic tradition that will not end with our lives or words… but will begin there… and proceed to tear down the toxic and domineering behemoths our confusion and hubris have erected above our human lives… above all life on earth.

Goliath shall fall once more, and with his fall, his kind shall follow.

They shall, indeed, fall low.