progress means force, theft, destruction and death. there's no going back from progress. or is there? is there a limit to progress? i think of a neighbor who showed up like a specter at the tent meeting in women's circle garden of lovers of the park, the day before it was destroyed by obama, saying you have to destroy to create. i'm reading killers of the flower moon about the progress of the white devil settlers conquering the land. i think of a fisherman's cottage in maine with a pinkerton man on the mantle pointing down at me with a gun. i couldn't turn the picture to face the wall, for that would be disrespect to the founding fathers of progress. i think of the same white devil settlers conquering palestine even now by genocide. there is no going back, but is there an end?