stories of loss and heroism are from time forgotten.

but that there had to be stories at all- beggars the mind.
is winged mars atop gaia now, that libya shoots its own people, and civilians prepare for violence? and how, that the catastrophe befalling christchurch should be entirely eclipsed by the pyre of japan. a 'threefold assault of shaking land, swollen water and... poisoned air', as one writer put it.

here, now, the rain falls over our land, beautiful. but no calm to the heart is offered, no ease to the consternation. no answer for the questions inside.
what adds on is the complete disparity of their situation and mine.

what is the response to be offered from one individual to nations, what can be offered at all. what does it mean to rise up to the challenge, this time?