The Pantheon

make sure to get all the permits approved by the city first. And by common sense second, I guess. You never know what stupid mistakes will be costing you your life. 

And here we have the other side of the coin. The kinder, brighter side. The heads to our tails. 

Let's make it clear; the demons in my tales are metaphors. Very brute force ones, I might say. The commentary on both sides of our societal coin should be obvious. 

We know what good and evil are. We should stop acting like we don't. 

Once again, we look at a coin with two sides. We dance along the edge, that tin sliver with the grooves. Perhaps by seeing both sides of this thing, we can get a greater grasp of its essence. 

Also, disclaimer: we once more have a narrator that is meant to be disagreed with. This should be obvious by how I've crafted him, but I really, really don't want you taking what he says to heart. 

Some burdens must be borne. The public cannot see. The public cannot feel. It is our responsibility to do these things. Thus speaks the Auburn Rose. 

What is hope? Is hope always a dream of change? Perhaps it is, but the change does not necessarily have to be in the world around us. Sometimes the change can be inside, too.

Usually, the hope is both, and we just fail to recognize its second existence. 

We forget his name, but he has never forgotten us. Perhaps we forget the ground that we walk upon, too. Or the air that we breathe. But does that mean that our connection should be ignored? 

No.

Obviously, no. We should think about it from time to time. 

Here, we follow into a world that is not, and never was. Perhaps it is good that it never could be. Good for us, for you, and me. Maybe.

One of the best ways to learn about yourself is to ask someone else whom you can trust about who and what you are. Same with societies, cultures, etc. We lose insight to hubris all the time. 

That being said, perhaps we can get even greater insight about ourselves not from our friends, but from our greatest enemies. 

You should have listened to the PSA. I did. That's why I'm still here, behind you. But you're not. Not there. Not in your shell. 

You should have listened. It meant you no harm. Nor did I. But the other thing...

PSA stands for public service announcement. And that was also a PSA. 

Usually, you should listen to these things. They're not all that frequent, and usually they're about something you need to be proactive about like boiling water.

Of course, this PSA is not about boiling water. 

"Eww, that sounds disgusting."

That's what you said. I heard you. I'm in the room with you right now. No, don't turn around. That will ruin the surprise.

There is nothing more maddening than the burden of the clock. It has given us order and stability, but where has our rights over our own time gone? 

We know where they went. To the same place everything we had went. To the same god.

It's quite an accomplished sandwich. Or series of sandwiches. Either way, you never expected that much from them, so it's just really nice that they were able to get this far and do so much. 

We've all been there. It really stinks to lose something as simple as your lunch. It's terrible. Horrible. Someone must pay.