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Tapestry of a World Burning

Written by Mason Bryant


Close your eyes and I’m going to paint you a picture. In this picture, it is Sunday afternoon. In this picture, there is a city. A city of glass, metal, and stone. But, on every street is green. Luscious green where nature has been allowed to flourish and grow. This city is the perfect blend of machine and nature. In this city, children are playing together on the sidewalk, markets are filled with the usual humdrum of people moving along, getting their groceries so they can get home to there families. And sit down and have a nice, Sunday, dinner. You've heard of this city before, haven't you? This city is simply and plainly Utopia. Where there is no crime and everyone gets along. Now open your eyes do you see Utopia before you? No, of course, you don’t.

 

Now close your eyes again, and I’ll paint a different picture, and maybe pull a memory. And I might pull a memory you don’t like. But I’m afraid that's the point. This city is covered in filth, and instead of cleaning it up, they give it a fresh coat of paint. Instead of fixing the pipe they call it a waterfall. Instead of putting out the fire they say “lets smoother it in oil”. This is just a picture of a city, this is a tapestry of the whole world. A world on fire, a world where every peaceful civilization has failed a world where you got shot if you don’t have a gun pointing right back. And if you're not ready to be in a standoff that last centuries or if you waiver or if you just want to put the gun down, close your eyes and rest. Well, your barrel isn’t pointed at anyone so get ready to be nothing but a memory. This is our world. We can try to fight Darwinism but history has shown that even before it had a name it was here to stay. Open your eyes you're still looking at the same picture. And if you think you're still looking at the first. Then to put it plain and simply you are wrong. That picture is a dream that will never come true.

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