Yeah, I’m updating on a Sunday morning. I’m such a bamf.
There weren’t many to follow.
At the first, anyway.
There were the rapists and the sadists and even a whore or two.
Following, following, following.
Sheep in a more literal sense,
most travel was done on foot in those days.
They followed and followed and followed,
until he died.
And when he was dead they followed his followers,
and then they died so they followed the other followers.
So it went for thousands of years,
on and on and on.
So it still goes,
but there are a few.
There are a few who realize that there is no leader.
There are a few who recognize that the followers
are engaged in an endless chain,
broken only sporadically,
by certain folk.
Some of them decided to retain their lifestyle of following.
Some of them believe that the following is the answer.
Others decide to stay away from the chain.
Others think that the search is pointless.
Others don’t want to follow.
But it’s not really relevant,
not relevant in the least.
What’s important,
is that Some respect Others.
And Others respect Some.
But what’s most important of all,
Is that the followers find the choice.
