high class soap opera establishment
with a cast of thousands and
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
as
popular music is that which
has no musicians,
as
popular beliefs seem to require the least
thought...

and there is no point in conforming,
but likewise,
there is no point in individuality,
for no matter what we become,
the saint who
saves people
or the murderer who
kills them all,
the universe cares not.
for all our power,
for all our glory,
we are mortal.
businessmen, children, presidents, bums, priests
all die, and rot, and that is the end...
and the world moves on
and history forgets
all but war
and ceremony,
and even that will soon be forgotten,
until we are no more,
and with no one to teach it to,
our history is erased....
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 Cote