Imagine something that is living -- something strong and
flourishing -- perhaps it is something you even love. Now imagine that you are willfully starving it.
You are purposely suffocating it. You are consciously and methodically killing it
off any way that you can. And think of how you must delude yourself to accept this absurd course of
action only because in this warped time and place it is considered the right thing to
do. It puts you in a foul & despondent mood. You must kill it off because if you don't, like a lion cub, this seemingly
harmless little creature will grow into a giant saber-fanged beast that will tear out
your throat and swallow your heart. Nevermind how adorable it is. So everyday you
shrug and ignore its cry for nourishment - and everyday it gets a little weaker,
and so do you. This is autumn 2003.