So here is the warning: Soon we will be running through the street, tearing off our clothes and ripping our own skin to shreds with our fingernails, howling to the moon and screaming, "Gaia, Gaia, why have you forsaken us?"
Some of us knew the screaming hunger of a rigid feeding schedule, longing for the milk-filled breast that satiates the magnificent trauma of being helpless in a newborn human body.