Good morning america, it has dawned on me that some steps taken back we can catch a solid view of what the future holds. Retrace where we have come from to see where we will go, that's the pattern of time: it echoes in patterns. And today we are elated at how far we came, and yet are fully aware that we are spiraling out of control. Riots will become commonplace, these petty and peaceful protests in the civilized world will devolve as soon as the integrity of our government is shaken. There is nowhere else to hide, and anarchy is a nightmarish ghoul trailing our ostensible progress. Hide and seek, the ghosts of wealth inhabit every ruin, and our estate is no exception to this rule. If you want to curse someone, boast of their greatness and call them a winner, that means they have reached their peak and have nowhere to go but down. If you want to bless someone, call them a loser, by the same token. We are thriving in ruin, in the space between and above any societal definition of
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