a wave of mutilation (standard:Creative non-fiction, 277 words)
Author: Sjaan Thomas	Added: Nov 14 2004	Views/Reads: 3409/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
And then again there never was any reason. It just happened like anything in our reality happens. At one point it wasn’t and nobody knew it was there, then from apparently nothing it rose and we all seen it.

A Wave of Mutilation 

And then again there never was any reason. It just happened like
anything in our reality happens. At one point it wasn't and nobody knew 
it was there, then from apparently nothing it rose and we all seen it. 
It was the wave of way of life that had never been witnessed, and it 
spread like air and water. This rain though would not bring an end to 
drought but rather excel the droughts ending effects. It would be more 
of a flood, a flood that would crash upon the walls of other cultures 
and people and eventually break through and drown these peoples way of 
life. It assimilated all that it was not and left nothing sacred in its 
wake. It has taken our families and torn them from each other. There 
was a time when it was beyond thought and feeling, to ever let members 
of our family die alone surrounded by strangers in a place that is not 
their home. We have to remember that it has not always been this way. 
We have not always felt this fear of being alone and not part of 
something more than our selves, a community, a family, or a tribe. We 
have never been more alone than we our today in global world. We want 
to make it all homogenous, our great diverse people, their ways of 
life, their customs all blend to one and we our left with no chance of 
survival in midst of change. We are all riding this wave and if we are 
still on it when it breaks, we can only pay with our lives. 

Sjaan Thomas 


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