I have the dreadful feeling that history is slowly repeating itself, though with minor changes. I hate that feeling for it leaves me feeling powerless and empty to stop anything. But the stone keeps rolling down hill, unimpeded by any of the large craters and pitfalls that it tends to smash its way through and over.
I wish I knew exactly what is happening. I know that it is feasibly impossible. But I also am building up the wall for what I see may yet again come to pass. But I don't want to put the wall in place for fear that it may help bring the past to the present.