Don't misconstrue my view of world society as a brick thrown off a cliff with any sense of malaise. I am a happy brick plumeting earthward. Happy happy birck I am. Oh look at the big thing rushing up to meet me! I wounder if it will be freinds with me? SPLAT!
The cannon ball is perhaps the perfect metaphor for all existance. In the begining there is a lot of pressure, heat, fire, noise, drama. Then there is quite a bit of acceleration. Whoosh! Then the whole thing comes to a stop with a big nasty loud bit of destruction.
Thank God I was born in the "Whoosh" phase.
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