I started watching this but had to stop. It's not that I'm putting my head in the sand; rather, I just can't stand it. It makes me sick at heart. I know we need to do everything in our powers to stop this oppression, but what? I feel so damn powerless... :(
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture My myself in the summer heaven, godlike Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs. Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture, Through the picture, a something white, uncertain, Something more of the depths—and then I lost it. Water came to rebuke the too clear water. One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom, Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness? Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
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I started watching this but had to stop. It's not that I'm putting my head in the sand; rather, I just can't stand it. It makes me sick at heart. I know we need to do everything in our powers to stop this oppression, but what? I feel so damn powerless... :(
I know... Very saddening. And now they've taken it down... What to do...
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