...and, of course, its propensity to explode violently in all directions, caught up in the rapturous creation of destruction... It spares no one, not you, not me, not even the puppet master: no one. It scourges. And in the aftermath it smolders, not with the twilight fog of partisan pundits and black-hearted hegemony, but with white-gray smoke that signals to rebels and revolutionaries: the fight is begun.