wandering and bottomless, clutching our ideals, irrespective

It requires no particular circumstance that given a choice, as in the willing yoke of chains of security, people would toss down their weapons so to grab hold of their piece of prosperity. Yet, history roundly crayons it that humankind is betimes neither particular human, and less kind. For the very wrongest of reasons do people instead clutch their own ideals and give time and treasure to the violent, totems of resolute behaviors that act irrespective of the future: not to sacrifice to better ideals, but just to grab hold of whatever glints their own imagination.

In the age that heretofore has clearly needed the apostle John, they reach towards John Wick, or needing the peace of doves, they instead would opt to destroy all they hated such that only peaceful embers inhabited earth, to murder the pebble in the shoe, to hate instead of acknowledge. Variously, they could use more Keanu Reeves than any John Wick; let John Wick be a fairy tale, and Keanu our partner on the early constitutional. Were we to rich man/poor man our lives, let it be that we had much of the poor man's peace, and the same of the rich man's leisure, but still today do we have that Bigger, Better, Bolder unction such that we have the poor man's wandering appetite for food and the rich man's bottomless appetite for entertainments.