My friends, my family, my cradle.

I believe there is an expectation when one has been living in comparative isolation

to be seduced by wordliness when given the opportunity to see a life that has been denied

you or that you have denied yourself and deem it better than the life you have.

I find the opposite is true.

I have never been more convinced of the importance of our work within the cradle.

Family, my friends, truly is everything.

Think of your children.

Think of the indescribable joy of the first time you held them, the unshakable bond you

share with them.

Think of the trust your children have in you.

The way they run to you when they are afraid.

The tiny joys and sorrows they share with you.

Think of the terrible beasts hiding in the forest that wish to take them from you.

Not serpents in lakes or whispering figures behind the trees, but the uniformed sentinels

of the new society.

They do not want us to be free.

They do not want us to squirm from their grip.

I have been inside their institutions, seen their ways, and they will not stop until they

have devoured us, swallowed our children.

The woods in headmark are dark, and shadows can hide hungry predators.

Before the great reckoning, families raised children, drew together in communities, in

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