We can love our culture, heritage and story while still filled with questionable doubt. If pride cameth before the fall no proud man is now left standing. When we grovel in the gutters of human tragedy as commonplace how can we fear to fall further still. As they round the bend, the last good thought fell on the blade of history. Tick, tock goes the clock. Friendships are free but we cannot trust that which is not bought. We must pay to play in this shallow life of death. Fast ropes are big business as Syria awaits. This land is polluted by plagues of seemingly ordinary people. Ignorant proximity to the smoking guns. Proxy wars fought from the boardroom of commerce. Extinction imminent our mothers promise.