It is so plain in front of me yet I did not notice. The much envied carefree and non political nature is the bane. It is because of this nature that we are not progressing, stagnant. The sense of involvement can only be brought about the assigning of roles and responsibilities. Fierce friendships will be forged even as fierce battles and enemies made. Civil war is necessary for the flames that will scourge the weak and the deviant; to harden/forge* the survivors into a united and powerful force. Do I grief, do I regret; for the loss of innocence, for the countless deaths and the many more to come as it renews itself each cycle...? Oh the price of progress. A slow, stagnant death is not mercy.