A fit of clarity

I sit here, dig completely through the days that pass.  Think carefully and meticulously about a semi segmented past. 

 As a man whom is always sensing completely, and transparently. I find that the world that surrounds me is dying. Not  due to an explosive,   or an instant blast; however,  slowly and meticulous swirling tempest of human unrest. People yearning for choices.  People pleading for some solace. For some kind of reason.  Something beyond fear.  Something beyond hate. 

I don't know what the answer to the question is.  And frankly I wish I did.