“Twigs, Yaw, that’s what we all are. When you and I are fighting against an injustice bigger than ourselves, we are but mere twigs, easily broken by those more powerful.”

“What are you talking about, Mog?”

“Look at the major problems of the world. Corruption, incompetence in government, capitalist greed, poverty, American imperialism–you name it, Yaw. So what can we mere twigs do to fight against that? Utopia is a fantasy.”

“Mog, if we unite together to fight for a cause, then perhaps something can be done. You see, a twig by itself is easily broken. But let’s say we put several twigs together. Breaking that as a bundle can’t be done.”