we hear a drumming circle on the midway, and kestrel calls. we hear the yips of coyote early in the morning, but i have such a sense of dread. i hope something else is happening besides the mindless war. we've got so separated in the competition, feeding the rich. we've been taught it's our nature, to get it while you can, to kill for it. we've been raised on big lies—can people get together and change their minds?