got MiLK?

Part of me says that it doesn't matter. My input has no absolute effect on the output. It says that although I can make change, the change would have happened regardless of what I did so sit back and enjoy the ride. Another part of me agrees, but wants so eagerly to see and experience the change itself. Though in secret, it only agrees because it does not want to waste time solving paradoxes and it does not like being ridiculed by the other. And little by little the smile hatches and life is undeniable. Unquenchable. Truth is, I don't fight fire with fire. I fight fire with oil... what?

The milk becomes meat, and meat becomes flesh.
Flesh becomes words and words become life.

Victory is already here. The dream is in motion. It's time to see the world change.