Identity

There's a Biblical reading that reminds me of a nation that wakes each morning with a blur, unveiling a lamentable case of lost identity. It appears she's longing for a confrontation with her maker, blaming him for everyone's plight, never realizing the impossibility of such a venture. But yet she dares. She has weakened to the point of allowing infiltrators into the very core of her being, rendering her blind, controlling communications, curtailing the roar of lions, and causing barking prophets to lose their bite. Who dares anymore to be the bold lion who roars, or to speak what's neither popular nor proper? Who can afford the high cost of speech when speech is no longer free?