Solving the Activist' Questions:

The room is drenched with the smell of frustration and stressed personas. Many peoples heads have hit the table out of exhaustion or to check on their mobile device: Sweet escape from the endless white walls and slashes on a flip chart. This is activism in its purest grace, the most pure refined form of dedication available to people and hearts. Their causes and passions for these causes have brought these peopel to rant together, feeling the emotions building off one another, and hoping that all of these ideas will reach a consensus with a handfull of people just as eager to see societies make the changes that are line with these passions. As people have spilled their hearts out so many times that the lack of blood makes their lips course and dry,

But is it us helping ourselves to be leaders? Is it leadership to have a collect of leaders to take control of leadership, like it is a tangible wild stallion. Is it this desire that cause these people to have their heads ground against wooden planks as they sleep? Is it these beliefs that give people the power to endure an alabaster prison for a dozen hours. Is this what the power of communication has given people to create what is new in society. Did the founding fathers endure the same experience, sitting in a sultry conference room in Pennsyvania. Was their passion so great that it caused their bodies to go beyond discomfort. The activists machine may be fed on the grassroots but it is still a machine: complex, calculated, sterile.

But this sense of ownership has brought a great pride to our group, like an group of artist creating something beautiful, but the question is whether the audience will think it is as beautiful.