There are cycles in the world, where a Wrong can permeate a reality so much so that illusion is all that is apparent. That Wrong travels on the lips of friends and strangers alike; each victim becomes an agent. Each agent finds a new victim to become an agent. We pollinate each other with whatever is on our lips, be it a beautiful song or a deadly kiss. We transfer anything we carry over to the next person, and so the cycle goes, not unlike the truth about socks.

It just keeps going. A viral spiral, a supposedly never ending cycle. But the cycle can be broken, it can be stopped and it can be halted so that there is no transfer. It can be grounded, sent to ground through a conductor in a world of insulation. The torch need not be picked up. But it requires something novel.

It requires looking beyond the obvious and looking into the why of things. When someone hurts you, do they really intend to or are they just reacting instinctively? When someone pleases you, do they really intend to or are they just passing something along? Can one exist without the other? Is there really a possibility of balance between the two? Should there be? { Read more }