Somewhere in the middle and there is no place for me. Left or right, front or back, watch the pendulum swing. No mans land, neutral ground no longer existing. Pick a side, grab a weapon, fight with words. Oh how I loathe war mentality. Brothers and sisters torn asunder. I will not fight, I will talk. I will not pick up the blade but rather extend my hand. Shall we search together. There is a promise that if we seek him we will find him, but first let us leave to battlefield and move to higher ground.