I find myself grieving the meager uselessness of words. Words seem like flittering nothing compared with the great dereliction, the onslaught that is underway against what remains of the realm of human autonomy, dignity, and freedom. This process would be very difficult to interrupt, stop, or reverse in any case. But few of us are even trying to do so. I wish words could help. I doubt they can. But they are what I possess.