The Silver Trumpet Brayed

So, with only the slightest provocation the connection is broken: a surge, a slight raising of the temperature, something unexpected or maybe expected but something for which the necessary preparation was not done, and something gives, one tiny wire overloads, the weakest wire in the circuit and the connection is lost.

Thus we are dependent upon the weakest I suppose. This whole wonderful edifice is dependent upon that one tiny, slender weakest link whose power is grown so great as to threaten all our lives.

So how should we proceed?

Should we seek to strengthen him, to reward this slender, weakest link, or tear him from our system and replace him with something of a higher calibre, something more suited to the heavy responsibility we have placed upon those who lie at the bottom of our society.


There are things which move in strange ways, things with many legs and more eyes, and parts for which we have no need.

posted by Weasel @ 10:33 PM