A Gift Forgotten

We act. Rationally or irrationally, logically or at random, often intuitively. Wise is he who considers first the consequences of his actions. For we do fashion our destiny, like it or not. Then we complain, a futility of whining, nitpicking trivialities fashioned by our own hand. We oft do wrong: For which we pay. Then we blame our God, we blame our devil, we never blame ourselves. Society loves immorality, it is food for the ingenious, served so well by a mediocre media. The gift of wisdom, the discerning of what is right is trampled underfoot, much to our later dismay.