Depression

We, in the world, are coming to understand and heal from the Great Depression of the 1930s.

The trauma inflicted by this wound should not be underestimated.

A great many men, some of them great men, were mercilessly beat down. Beat down farther than the eye could see.

The culprit being our relationship with the government, which shifted from a manic inflationary episode in the 1920s to a sudden crash and pulling of the fake-money reins, tight, in the 1930s, not many wished to see the beast for what it was, for the same reason children prefer not to discover that their situation with their parents is drenched with evil.

It is, quite simply, too frightening.

“Me, evil?”

And so they forget it. They deny the reality of it. ‘Tis safer, to not acknowledge the demons, to not call them by name, to not acknowledge their power and force.

And, thusly, sadly, are they beat down.

But Heros Awaken. In the dark of night, they see forward with resolve. And they ultimately bring us crashing free of our delusions, free of our fallacies, free of our wretched innuendos.

The Soul on this godless night Awakens, and sees the forest and the trees.