We all have respect for those who know things we don’t.
That’s why everyone respects the dead.
They know things we don’t.
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With my third eye I can fly.
I’m in my mind’s sky.
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And so another day begins.
Will I again be browbeaten brainless
by bean counters and bullshit artists?
Will the means for everything
become more important than the end?
What are your thoughts?