..".within your children lay my judgement against you." Even in breaking out of hell there are pockets of respite that can life-raft you towards your destiny. Way-stations, wonderful altars in the wild, asylums crammed full of Adaptives, Awares, Latents- AWOLs, POWs and Moles- broken, still spiritually buried underground yet freed by a dawning truth: The new, numbed out normal exists in no light. ...things that happened "to" you can also end "through" you for the greater good of all. But how do you fight a machine designed to blank while baby-sitting in the absence of love? Penetrate the bigger picture. Eradicate the virus via the door it first came through, even if that door in is a signal broadcast to numb targets into consumptive compliance. Use the nature of the machine to bring it to its knees. The score is not settled until the walls fall down and the captives are set free. And the walls won't fall until the hands go up. Grieve-chronic celebration or global inoculation? "It happened to everyone"? It is now our battle cry. The truth will set you free.