i feel it in my marrow.  some movement so deep that it shakes the balance of the land beneath our feet.  some think that the institution on which this place is said to have stood for hundreds of years will crumble.  that it is the cornerstone.  i see and feel something different.  i know the cornerstone.

separately, the place promised me is lost.  it’s really not that i care about the sullied dream, because i don’t.  apathy has not brought its fortune to my doorstep, but instead another a-word brings an h-word home.  to give structure to those feelings, in the literary sense, is to take value from what has taken place within and the transforming power allowed me in this singular, evolutionary instance. 

the earth shakes, not merely because this movement has quickened, but because that which restrains it has tightened its grip.  the friction will inevitably break either the captives’ will or the captors’ grip. 

we will not stop till it is done.  we will win or we will die.