Show Stopping Techniques of the Stars

Faced with the inevitable, we naturally choose not to accept the logical conclusion, but rather, formulate a comprehensive campaign promoting the glorious reign of our sense of superiority. Trumpets blare and banners unfurl in a pompous parade of confusion designed explicitly to distract gullible souls from accomplishing anything that might actually contribute to a sane and sustainable existence. Living in the illusion where the spotlight never dims may seem like a pretty good idea at the time, yet, there is always a sneaking suspicion that heretofore unknown factors may intrude on our fortress of daisies. It's a risk we loopy rim-dwellers engage every single moment since we can remember, and like most archaic tribal functions, serves no purpose other than marketing mindless consumerism. Still,as any proto-highly-evolved being knows, swill is best served vigorously stirred.

Remembering I'm dreaming
Is the difference between
What I do and what I'm thinking
And what remains to be seen

Often I'm unraveling
My sense of here and now
Just like light traveling
As fast as time will allow


"Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating!"
- William Shakespeare, Hamlet