I often resent the crease between
love and hate. The abyss that
has engorged itself. The mighty
Grand Canyon could not assume
this straight line of ignorance and
indifference.

Yet, nigh in the future, I behold a
fax machine copy of this crease and
realize it has yet to be dug. It is not
emotion that has emptied this grave
valley, but the morals we are
taught and will teach again.