If there is any part of us that doesn't pray for peace, for utopic reality, 

if any part of us says, “this is not so bad, it doesn't affect me, I can suffer a little more, I'm ok. I don't want to give up what I know,”

or any part that is afraid of too much change 


History is a grandmother repeating herself until we hear, a little more senile than ever.

Go to the light.