As the author described his experience wounded in the dark of the jungle, waiting for either help or death, I could not help but wonder what was going through his head after he had accepted his imminent fate.
This lack of need to see into the future, to have "goals" as defined by pundits, seems no real hindrance to those who are part of the demonstration. This is something different. This is the active creation of community.
41 years ago this month, Norman Morrison, a Quaker from Baltimore handed his infant daughter off to a bystander, doused himself with kerosene and set himself ablaze under Robert McNamara's window at the Pentagon.