Do you think Alfred Nobel, when he invented dynamite, understood what he had wrought?  Was it his sense of guilt and horror at the use of his invention that drove him, as his dying act, to institute his prize for peace?

Today, after making a wholly unexpected discovery in the most unexpected place, I too have begun to wonder what I have wrought.  And if I’m soon destined for a dying act to undo an evil unleashed.

Let the reader read, ponder and understand:

Always on.

Always on.

Always on.

I’ll post again tomorrow if I’m able.  Until then… that’s all.