Another time my heart goes out. Another story to stop me in my tracks. To question life, to question humanity. One half of humanity trampled in the cycle, one half destined to persecution. As subtle as it can be it takes its toll on all of us. Not one of us is free, when half of human kind is in shackles. When apathy overcomes ardency, death overcomes life. When hate overcomes love, we have lost. One half destined to oppress, one half destined to be raped. One half destined to oppress, one half destined to be exploited. One half destined to oppress, one half destined to be killed by the calls of patriarchal gods. One time more we die surely as they beyond our senses not beyond our minds. Beyond our lusts there is nothing. Once again we lose, once again we die.