
When tragedy and evil strike that have been caused by humans, we realize we're still capable of some really bad stuff. And we're not nearly as good as we think we are; the evil is just hidden under superficial goodness. Winding Down There is no sense in denying that the path of humanity doesn't rise in glory, climbing up into the clouds of heaven. It winds like a clock, giving the appearance of advances only to consume its own hands like the ancient serpent devouring its tail. And after we've become enchanted by assuming the gears and wheels of the clock are beyond the need of routine maintenance, somehow we are shocked by the silence when the feet of humanity quit marching forward, when the hands of time halt, and we horrifyingly discover we have revolved right back to the beginning of time, dealing with the same destructive tendencies we were sure we'd left behind. Justin Farley Link to my poetry books on Amazon