Is it wrong, when encountering waves upon waves of the monochromatic masses, to feel pity?  …but it is not really pity,  because there is a sense of pride, boastful pride rooted in the knowledge that my own vibrancy reverberates Mother’s song, from the other end of the spectrum.  Resonating deeply with the dirt beneath my toes.  Is it wrong to feel so connected, and at the same time, so disconnected from that which is? Oh, the game must be played, and it shall be… it is currently, but it is only fun if it is remembered to be just that, and only if we are always aware of the song. That song that rang out at our births, and fades away gently, to black

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