The other night I saw a video of a few dozen protestors bringing down a statue. All of them pulling the ropes together, all in unison. The statue above them swaying, the crowd getting more and more excited. A catharsis about to be unleashed. And then the statue comes tumbling down, the general upon his horse clanking lifelessly before them. The protestors roar. They all have their reasons. Fireworks and smoke, the cops arriving from the distance, and everybody scatters into the hot, summer night. This, the best, most alive time of their lives. To be in the midst of it, living life in the full, streaming arteries–all your potential unbroken and rising.
