The Pharaoh-God who was created to hate the human underbelly 

orders a minion to fashion a noose whose fibers are guaranteed to 

choke the breath of life from any kids who run free. It was a scary time 

for children of difference.

All the words of all the many languages of the different tribes of 

people who have lived on Earth came forth from wordless 

experiences. The experiences do not argue, people do. The 

languages and the books created using them do not argue, people do. 

With all the experiences we have in common, why do people argue I 

want to know?

Until a certain age I am told children placed in a room together will 

play in parallel. Not in opposition. Then a change happens. An 

argument ensues. From where did it arise? I was taught as a child the 

competition I was experiencing among my friends was natural to man. 

I doubt it. It is the work of Pharaoh's minion.

That minion is very clever, shrewd, studious, and scheming; quick to 

devise and apply new ideas is he. With time he learned a million tricks 

or more. Of the once plentiful, profuse, and abounding number of kids 

of difference there are practically none left now, and, they have been 

made to be very still and silent and invisible. But, no matter how hard 

the world pushes against them, within them, there is something 

stronger, something better pushing right back.

It is coming. If others are as lonely as we are wouldn't it be ignorant to 

remain apart from them?