high class soap opera establishment
with a cast of thousands
thousands of castes
where the rich cheat the poor,
the poor cheat the rich,
and everyone cheats themselves
in thinking
that belonging is the
ultimate solution
thinking assimilation will make them
important...
thinking that friends will make them
independant...
and the popular opinion becomes
duller and duller;
popular music is that which
has no musicians,
popular beliefs seem to require the least
thought...

and while conformity condemns,
individuality won't save us,
for no matter what we become,
the universe cares not.
despite your BMW
or your undeserved poverty,
we are mortal.
suits, schoolchildren, presidents, beggars, priests
all die, and rot, and that is their end...
and although we would find the
death of our civilization
to be a signifigant occurance,
the universe, in it's majestic apathy,
notices not.


Copyright: Celeste Côté