I Smell It Coming
All the strangers are marching. A gathering is happening. Passing you the lift their arms.
All the strangers with their armbands, marching.
And in the distance. Not so far away. There is a glowing, ahead of this great flowing.
There are great embers flying past your head. Feel the heat from the grand crowd.
Close enough now to smell what is burning. The embers. The fire. Not Tea, but books.
Welcome to the bonfire.
Time to pass out the arm bands and learn to march.
The Tea Party has arrived to take over america.
the arm band band is pounding
The Ideas Ideal
The ship wherein Theseus and the youth of Athens returned [from Crete] had thirty oars, and was preserved by the Athenians down even to the time of Demetrius Phalereus, for they took away the old planks as they decayed, putting in new and stronger timber in their place, insomuch that this ship became a standing example among the philosophers, for the logical question of things that grow; one side holding that the ship remained the same, and the other contending that it was not the same.
—Plutarch, Theseus[1]
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