I breath life into this creation of mine. Little breaths, tiny nurturing touchings as the months and years go by. You’d never know I did such a thing, surrounded as I am by the rest of humanity just like me. Even if you did, you’d never really see it change. Only over time would you notice anything.
And then, after six long years of cautious care, and one night of thoughtful reflection, I set it out to the wolves. These dogs of war that rip so many to shreds without the slightest thought or care or briefest of hesitations. And yet, my little hope rides on their backs now, watching them shred the world.
I thought it had died this morning.
But it didn’t.