Never Recklessly

Remember the cause.

We tend to get carried away, each of us in our own particular idiom,
and forget the cause...the reason why we are here in the first place.
We tend to forget those ideas and dreams that made us the bastions,
the paragons of power we represent today. We tend to forget about the
chain in our face that inspired the world to turn and burn under the
cloven sandal of the difference we intended to pioneer. We tend to
forget our dreams, our hopes, our dependencies. We tend towards the
small at the sake of the great. We tend to lose when we intended to
win. We tend in so many ways, at the destiny of the lost and the all
too personal. We tend uselessly, needlessly, superficially but never
recklessly. We tend and we tend and we tend to say "maybe" when we
really want to say "I don't even know how to stop." We tend to be
subjective when we should be objective. We tend to lie awake at night
wondering where we went wrong. We tend to all the wrong fields at all
the wrong times. We tend to forget the cause.

It all began with an idea, so simple, so delicate, so tragically
horrifying. Something I was present for the birth of, that was
disgusting and stunning all at the same time. Even I was offended that
such an idea could gestate, and yet proud, like when Oppenheimer
invented the nuclear weapon, both in awe and fear of the effect his
actions would have on the world. But as John said, when the science is
sweet, you must proceed. It is your duty to see it through to the
bitter, glorious end and whether history branded you a hero or a
monster be damned. If you believe in a thing enough, it is your right,
your duty, your desperate privilege to step into infinity with it.
Though my contribution could be generously considered but a half of a
percentage to the thing which I refer, I still carry that weight with
pride. I was there, I was an accomplice to the idea, and I stand
proudly by the thing that could make Satan weep. History be damned.
Granny-Face.

God Bless America!