This is intentionally brief.
This is an unfinished thought.
This is half an idea.
This is how things start.
This may be how things end.
All it takes is a thought, stewed and simmered into a belief. Festered into a fact. Set into a prejudice.
And by then it’s too late. Events are set in motion, the damage has been done.
One tiny thought.
Pictormurus 