Sometimes, I honestly *do* weep for the World.
Do you ever have the feeling that you are witnessing something caught within the throes of death? You know that something else, something new, magnificent and sublime in its beauty and goodness will be born from it; however, you are also highly cognizant that you must first experience all of the heart-wrenching agony, suffering, futile struggle and despair that accompanies a terminal ending. It is a frightened thing, clawing and clinging to the fleeting shreds of the familiar, too terrified to simply let go and fall into the dark cloud-lands of the unknown.