Desperate, Futility

Look down on a swathe so large as to include both poles and no one is seen. Look past the clouds, see the cities; they are behemoths that stretch to consume all green things, built by a species that is conquer-centric. Can you see the breadth of human emotion from such places? Angst, terror, despair, love...love? The inhabitants care only for themselves (this summer, this school year). No one will remember you, no one will care. You have only this time, make of it what you want. There is no time for empathy...only self. Our minds wither as though the life giving springs of compassion have been dammed up. The only salvation I've found, at the cost of everything, is grasped by precious few, misrepresented by many. The saviour gives strength, but you, I must take hold of it for ourselves.