descend. I had a strange dream this morning. I woke up and I'm sure if it's still going or not. Things seem different. Things cut a little more easily, and other things are more exposed than before. What am I supposed to think? Why is communication replaced with lip service? Why can't we elaborate like we should be doing? Why are we crippled by passivity and fruitless compromise? I'm stepping back, so I can make some sense of this. I doubt I'll make anything of it though. Look past all of it, and forego conclusions. We need results. Change.