	Hope was easy. Belief came naturally. We did not look for the end when the beginning still seemed so close. We were told to look up. The sky remained an unyielding blue. Heaven holds still and so should our faith be unshaken, we were told. We comforted ourselves in the unlikelihood that we would not have to witness our world die. We acknowledged the possibility, but turned away from the probability. We listened to sweet words of denial, asking us to drift into sleepwalking through life. What did we have to lose when living a lie?
	The alternative is to give into reality. Whispers drowned out the lies. Our world is dying, they told us. Our world was never ours. We are not ready to let go. We are young and full of potential. We have so much more to give.  To tear away the vale of our misunderstood reality that our lives actually mattered was to break the bones of our children and expect them to lie silently with us for the inevitable end of our everything. Let the ruin seep into our skin and shroud our hearts, they seemed to say. We listen. Now we look down. The ground shakes. What do we have to gain from dying with the truth?

Octoclops