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   I thought about saying something, but it was easier to be quiet. Disagreement is frowned upon and I didn’t want to be black listed. I thought about believing what I understand, but believing would involve action. Action would involve disagreement. Disagreement would cause blacklisting and unity would be easier. I thought about siding with the truth, but truth is very lonely. The wolf pack is easier. There is strength in the wolf pack, even if they are wrong. The wolf pack prevents me from heroism, but protects me from critical publicity. The wolf pack is easier. It’s easier to eat what another man has killed. And why should I be concerned what it is I fight for? Many others also fight for it and it is easier to fight with the wolf pack than to fight alone. But then I thought about the plague of a seared conscience and the pain and shame in its tow. Yet I have already a pained conscience in so many ways. Is it not laughable to begin to stand for something in the midst of the quagmire of my own lack of self discipline and character? It would be easier to drown than to swim. If the wolf pack goes down, it would be easier to go with them than to fight alone.  But it would be easier to draw my last breath to nourish a clear and satisfied conscience.