What does one do with the knowledge that your country is blatantly breaking the law, killing innocent citizens, so deeply entrenched in corrupt practices and dealings that there is nothing to be done? Where can one find some constant within all that murkiness to remind you that all is not lost. I don't know. We struggle everyday to try and do our part in correcting the course of history. But all is no lost. We all have hope. And, in fact, the revolution just continues. It ebbs and flows from one generation to the next like some sort of oozing family tree. We are the revolution. Some of us may get arrested. Some of us may stand up against foes much greater than ourselves. But it is happening. It will happen. We are the revolution.
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