To the universal woods

The tragedy of it all—the rights and the lefts; the hues of the blues, respect their own scars and feel absolutely justified. They see no extreme, just honest defense of truth and fairness. This fierce grip on personal truth, when laced with bias and perceived discrimination, creates a combustion for conflict. 

And we, the populace, are mere flammable woods—brittle and rooted, thirsting for any spark to feel alive; blind to the truth that fuel exists only to be consumed. I am in search of that manure that regenerates life to the rot, life that softens the snap, life that bridges the gap. 

Come join me, help me by holding your lamp.

-The_RO_Ideology.