The cruel wake-up call. The unexpected. The life that was laid out for us to live. The secrets no one cares to confront, the words that could get you killed. The terrorist attacks and unnecessary riots. The innocent prisoners and guilty yet oblivious leaders. The more we watch, the more we listen, the more reality twists into fiction. The more we become a Gotham city than a Nation once known for being free. The more we become what those before us tried to prevent. The more we lean to what they ran away from. The more our reality becomes that monster we all folly over. The more we become our own destruction, because our reality is much more fickle than ever before. Because our reality is embarrassed of what we have become, it can barely even stand to try anymore. Reality, to put it simply, has left us in court, where a trial awaits us. And in this trial we lack an attorney. In this trial we lack what we have always prided ourselves in owning, humanity itself. In this trial we may fail. In this trial we base our defense upon more lies we believe to be true. And so, as we stand trial, perhaps it would do us some good to think rationally. Perhaps it would do us some good to accept that we have finally lost our grip on reality. Perhaps we should all sit tight and prepare, for there is so obviously a war brewing out there. Reality is gone. Reality deserted its post to save itself. And if reality had enough sense to leave, what do we do now?