When
we slide
down a hill
on a sled, we
don’t think of
the speed of the
slipping, the danger.
The
thrill of
the feeling
of freedom will
blind us to how we
will crash at the foot
of the hill of our pride.
A
few
decades
ago, we all
thought of the
West as invincible;
we saw no cracks in the ice.
The
liberal
Sisyphus
must roll a rock
up a hill, just to go
back and roll it again.
We always go down, not up.
All
of this
time, we
keep rolling
lower and lower,
no hope of ascent,
or of even staying put.
The
crash
at the
bottom is
coming, and
it’s going to hurt.
Will we be ready for it?
Infinite Ocean 