Yes They Could

     Cursive is a dying art; I swear the next generation will have no idea what I'm talking about. We don't need it, not in the age of passwords, those essentially personal beings. Its not our name, number or both but a reciprocal, something required to prove its us. Otherwise it could be anyone, just as long as they're here and now.
     It doesn't make sense to argue anymore, to inflict bloodshed or to expect death. The only difference makes all the difference, between you and me, man and woman, immortality and eternal life. The only way to press on is to push the envelope, when we only get tired of keeping it to ourselves.
     I am a genius, an expert, a professional. I don't care what they do or say because they don't exist, not like we do, nowhere near as well. Very possibly they will have their time or have had it, just as well, because in the blink of a weeping eye its gone, blurred from memory, never to return. All that remains is the fundamental truth that we're all in this together, regardless of gender and sex.
     We will not, may not move forward unless and until we agree. It is our job to convince eachother, to ring a bell and call it a key, to break the silence like the bread we were told to so far from here and so very long ago.