“But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes, and I know that, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like?
We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught. He can be killed and forgotten. But four hundred years later an idea can still change the world. I’ve witnessed firsthand the power of ideas. I’ve seen people kill in the name of them; and die defending them.
But you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it or hold it. Ideas do not bleed. They do not feel pain. They do not love. And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man. A man that made me remember the fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.”
So many nights I have heard God crying in the corner of my room, screaming for me to live. God says, “someone show her a mirror! Someone show her a mirror!” as I watch God weave a blanket to cover my tired heart.