Epiphany

I think at the end they all finally get it, only at the very end. Lucky them.

Lucky them because even in the end I still don't understand the thought-pattern, my thought-pattern. Perhaps had they heeded those little red sticky notes of innuendos and warnings I, the pilot of this ship, had so carefully and purposefully placed in their faces, perhaps we'll be looking forward to a merry landing. But no, it would not suffice, they made sure of it. So neither will a somewhat rugged and bumpy belly-landing. This sucker has to go down, and I'm headed at MACH speed towards the nearest mountain. We crash and burn.

And its in that choking haze they have their epiphany.

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