Learn something. Our backs are the only side history is on, & time is running out on the play. We are reciting the stories of our mothers & fathers, putting on the pain like a sleeved technicolor nightmare, standing under fire while on the stage. High drama in hi-definition, their pasts used to serve as premonitions, prior to presenting itself as pictures painted in Part Two. Act Three, nobody knows how to act accordingly, affording our youth the chance to become the closing of a trilogy...or render us an Act Too for their eulogies. Choose wisely.