Two-eyed cyclops

we scratch our necks, and try to remember. Masssge the scalp, the bridge of our nose, the temples. But memory doesnt work like that and the fingers get tired of scratching.

How did we get to this point. Mutually Assured Blindness was supposed to put an end to it all, a permanent border to our insanity. But no. We had to poke. We had to push buttons. One of us, has confidence. As if he is a three-eyed cyclop. Losing one, he can still get by , and terrorize the others, who will lose at least one eyeball in the conflgration.

Then there are the wisened cyclops, who are already blind, and couldnt care less of such retaliatory doctrine. Couldn't some one settle for a tooth for a tooth? A hair follical for a hair follical? Why eyes?

The great walrus now rests upon the iceberg, and considers us mercilessly. We are now blind and easy pray. We'll hear him coming, but for the noise we're making.