Crossing The Rubicon

"These are the times that try Men's souls."

Not really but the leash directs the attention. In unwavering attrition what was is no longer. Despite the trial and trials of error, the future is always regarded as indistinct and circumspect, but that is only for the weak minded. Here no games are played and no limitations become embraced¹.

While the enjoyment ensures of watching the inevitable, the predisposition of such has already been engaged.

We use what is at hand².