July the 16.

It is a strange thing when one becomes cognizant of all that has gone wrong -- the error of man. it is a self-righteousness to assume one can know such in any case.

Man faltered when his hands became clean for more than just supper. When they slowly started to see less molecules of dirt. When they began spending more time resting upon tightly bound atoms of a solid than time feeling the loose composure of a liquid running through their crevices like a sieve.

One day man lost his identity to wear business casual attire. One day he had a pool to return home to and a furnished home . . . to do nothing but exist in.

Do we blame to British for being so surface?

But these things were never supposed to occur.

We weren't supposed to have.

We were to do. And be.