As we follow progress, our blindness turns against us and destroys our own initiative. Self discovery becomes selfishness. Our skulls become cages for our minds. Our bodies become souless hunks of rotting flesh to work their machines. Oil the system, and crack the whip. Feed the fire! Our cries rise higher and higher. Charcoal black babies bones. Stoke it! Stoke that fire!

Yet I say, let our flesh melt upon the coals. Give our fat back to the ones who gave it to us. We didn’t think they would let us keep it, did we? Give it back and let us take nothing more. Give it all back.