These days, the undertaker’s shadow stalks us everywhere. One day, another rock icon gone. Next day, countless souls lost to natural disasters, or to assassins packing bombs & gats purchased almost as easily as bubble gum. Pop, pop, pop. We’re a dying world embalmed with the blood of failed hopes & false prophets. We don’t need a golf trophy to assuage our losses. We don’t need another promise empty as a spent bullet casing. Such a shame it takes great tragedies to unite us. We’re losing the connection between cherished voices of peace & reason. To explain how I truly feel, I’d send you a message of love & light by carrier pigeon, but I’m afraid it might get shot from the sky. .