Feb 18, 2004 20:58
dic...qua generis damnum reparabile nostri arte sit?
tell us, [O Gods,] by what skill is the damage of our race repairable?
inde genus durum sumus emperiensque laborum
et documenta damus qua simus origine nati.
thus, we are a hardened race, a race with experience of labor, and we give proof of what ancestry we have been born.
Wise words from Ovid. Truly, how can we fix what has been done to the world? Was it tuly better decades ago? Was it better when there were tribes, warring with hand crafted spears? At least then, we were only harming ourselves.
Maybe this is simply a bout of PMS... maybe this is teenage drama resurfacing for one last go before I am entirely too old for it... but it seems to me that it is a horrible burden to be human. We are resonsible for so much horror...