A world in which the pursuit of healthy social course cannot be defined by the few ignorant whom try to speak loudest and those that believe themselves so smart in silence. Oh no my friends, you see, we all speak quite fluently in our own ways, in many ways even. It's that part about actually listening that seems to confound the scribble talkers. We're all victims, we're all being attacked, our intelligence is threatened, our innocence, our purity, our this and that and this and that. Dearest me. Perhaps if we all weren't so insecure, perhaps even for a moment considered a heads to the tails, perhaps the talking might straighten itself out.