A Tale to Remember
"Every disaster proves they need more power. Every rare success shows that unchecked power works."
"So those who had called the slowly germinating catastrophe hoaxes become more powerful with every death they were responsible for, and richer with every failure on their avowed duties. Already calling hoaxes the rising foundations of the next hell, with the greedy's blind optimism that survival is somebody else's problem to solve."
I use simpler words, but even so I can tell my daughter is too young to understand what I'm saying. My son is on the other hand already too old, a moderator for a forum of fellow fifteen years old; the word "moderator" makes me think of Bradbury's firemen, and I have no doubt he would imitate them if e-books could burn.
Regardless, it's not to her that I'm saying those things, but to myself. Every day the network finds better ways of making me fear the anger of those hurt worse than myself. To hate myself for it, but still, with some part of myself, be thankful for the walls.
So every night I remind myself of the real culprits, a one-person oral culture, holding fast to anger and hope, and I write reminders to my older self I fear I will be too scared to believe.