You. Poetic equator circling the latitudes, the hemisphere division imaginary lines located at zero degrees. Geometrician fertilizing human nature since premillennials shaded bicentennials shadowing into millennials. Generational dead degradations. Genocided information. How can we adjust without the proper justifications? The nominees of poverty must be denounced because caring for every ounce makes us stronger by the count. Are we still entering the dragon in a demonic patty wagon? Or are we driven to slay the beast and do what's right with a passion?