Once upon a time there was a Socialist Movement that yearned for social justice, enough for everyone, and understanding and respect for all in the material world. Socialism is not the Labour Party. Socialism is a movement, an opportunity to reconnect ever better with our roots: the land, the people, the world, and the rhythms of these things as the house of Socialism becomes each our own houses, set and reset constantly, in order.
The dust of these times will settle, and somebody, somewhere, will even complain about that. Others will write poems to the past and to the future. Even as you read this, someone is discovering a lost coin in the gutter. Flip it and see how it spins, not how it lands.