accept this horrible possibility. hubris amalgamated. indistinct ghost-images of historical highway signs. dreams like maps, X marking days like trap doors. necessity reduced to its lowest terms. megalomaniacle urge to survive, instinct perverted by conditions in the overpopulated monkey hives we call cities. hanging on the edge of our human hangup: the unwillingness to compromise a comfortable lifestyle. so you're willing to die in battle, but won't give up your right to luxury. doubt and more doubt. i do not criticize you, for i am the same. who is it that does not partake in those cost-free comforts handed them? we are products of our environment and our environment is a product of us.
i do not think human kind is getting back its security deposit.