I've started and stopped this script far too many times- sometimes the cycles reaching a few paragraphs in my mind before they ever met the dreaded cursor on my keyboard, dancing forward a few strokes before an inevitable retreat. A retreat from the ramble that's been pent up for months, and now has too many thoughts to coherently structure into a single post. So, here we are. Staring at the computer's impatient heartbeat, the blinking text cursor that at least has the decency to remain private between the two of us, rather than iMessage's betrayal of a thought still in process. We're here to capture the human side of things, the personal reflection of the current reality- that history is underway. It's an arrogant thought, and a daunting one, but I can't see it being anything but the truth. History is underway. We are living through a time that our children and grandchildren will one day read about. So how do we react? Do we chronicle it, documenting t