These are the days of a new God - the invisible One behind the invisible crowds in gatherings or processions. It’s omnipresent; grace can reach you everywhere - home or abroad, sleeping or awake. Theis is the age of this all-knowing, judgmental and unforgiving God. His name is sacred, inviolate and wrathful. His name is spelled God but pronounced Growd. It doesn't matter which side you are on- with or against the hustler. Either way, you must choose between breathing and thinking. Surrendering your head to it is all the Ten Commandments. if you are not a shouting hustler and a part of a mindless crowd of one variety or the other, you have no chance of dignified and peaceful survival. The all-knowing manipulators of crowds have decided that democracy literally means "government of A crowd, by a crowd, for a crowd" and crowds don't have the time for things like patience, merit or reason.No matter which shade or colour you avoid, you are always at the mercy of these crowds. Make no mistake, a crowd is a God unto itself and carries no scriptures or constitutions. Still, be grateful to life if you are allowed even to retire to the soft dim light of the complacent stars above the virgin forests within the confines of your mind. For, just across the quivering lip of darkness, lies
".. a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night." - Mathew Arnold
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