Letter from Damian Blake

To our mother. The ever rushing stream of eternity.

I accept your judgement, I accept what so many before me have challenged. To what end? What did their struggle bring us? War, strife, starvation? Lives lost in the unrelenting storms of your agony. To think we were selfish enough to see ourselves as separate from you. What foolish children we were.

The never ending push to cleave ourselves separate from you has led us here. To me, sitting at this table, with the capacity to make sure the greatest minds capable of solving the conundrum of survival for yet another generation or possibly two, do not succeed in their efforts. If me and these men and women do not succeed, the likelihood of anyone else being able to, lessens by a remarkable margin.

I hear you in the storm, it is time for me to join you. Thank you for reminding me of my place, not beside, but within you. I will let go of the selfishness. I will do what is necessary.

We will all become one with the storm.

-Damian Blake