To the small yappy dogs on the porch, and the inertia-laden sophomoric layabouts first to chirp "You first" in every single conversation about anything: No one's asking you to charge cannons all by yourselves. Heaven knows, most of you wouldn't even put on your pants and shoes to try.
Just get off your ass a bit, shift a handful of metaphorical gravel now and then, and maybe give a helpful shove once in a great while.
That's all that's required. Truly. That's the whole secret.
The weight of both Judgement and fecal material stored up and waiting to be unleashed from a great height upon this corrupt shambling corpsified regime is quite sufficient to take care of the rest, far beyond any one person's meager efforts to shift the rudder of human events.
And who knows but that the pebble you dislodge, or the most meager pressure you apply, may be the last tiny bit needed to tip the scale, and change things far beyond your feeble imaginings. If you'll simply get off your brains once or twice, and remember what your limbs are for.
But if you don't do anything differently, you won't get anything different. Inaction reveals the roots from anyone's ass down to bedrock, and explains much of why things are as they are.
If the shoe fits...
