I stood and watched while the world burned. Thinking to myself the while, that Listening and Commenting, and attempting to assuage the pain inflicted upon the innocent, I was doing the best a man could do. I stood and watched the world burn. Somehow, some way, something else it seemed I could do. Some profound statement I could utter perhaps to pull the good together.By reaching out to those who would hear, thinking to gain some insight, I found that while Many there are who communicate and raise voices that can be heard, too few I’m afraid versus those living in fear of retribution from profiteers, fanatics, and stubborn regimes possessing closed minds and preferring the status quo,while silencing the tongues of the meek and the mild, so still I stand and watch the world burn. Perhaps my impatience impairs my ability to see a light at the end of the tunnel, after all mortality remains the only thing we are given, and the life of one man is incredibly short in the course of history. Yet, I cannot help but feel guilty, while standing here, just watching the world burning.