A crack in the earths crust… displacing one side with respect to the other. This physical fissure can be the great divide and of course dear reader, I am going in the direction of metaphor. If you and I stand on opposite sides of this crack, our toes nearing the edges, we can see how far apart we have become, how perilous looking down can be. How did this fault line appear so suddenly and why oh why, did we not see it in time and find a way to unite, on one or the other side of the split? Our divisive opinions have serious consequences dear reader, and one of them happens to be this seemingly impossible unclose-able gap. A fault line separates us.
I make an obvious attempt at being clever here, dear reader… who’s fault is the line that has been draw between us? Who drew the line so heavily that the earth beneath it began to fall away, crumbling until it became unsafe to walk upon, unsafe to cross over? Is it my fault, your fault, our fault? Someone must take responsibility! Do tell… is it me, or is it… you.
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The question causes me a bit of exhaustion. You may be experiencing the great divide, with fault lines running in front, in behind and in all directions your eyes happen to gaze and you may be wondering how you got isolated with all of these cracks running jaggedly near where you stand? You are perilously poised dear one and not quite sure which way to turn. This tenuous position you find yourself in has you closing your eyes and asking… what the hell happened here. The person, the one that stood near and now seems so far far away, unreachable and distant, how did they get so far and out of touch so seemingly fast?
