On Me

I honestly feel like a visitor to this world of man. All my life I've seen the stupidity and the cupidity for what it really is: a bad idea. A chilling rain of the insane that drenches me from head to foot. From the age of 4 or so on I couldn't help but notice this decapitated chicken syndrome that makes otherwise smart people run around manically looking for something they can't define, and thus find. As Freud once commented, 'the point of life is death'. Such would seem to be the theme. Why man past and present has sought to improve upon the perfect planet is beyond me. Probably just a craven competition between idiot adolescent bipeds all seeking illusory supremacy. Still, I can't pretend to be disinterested, unfathomably fascinated is probably what one should call it. Just as the cliffs look out upon the tumultuous sea knowing full well that its destiny is to crumble, I stand watch for the ages. Dully noting all the grand but vulgar hubris that my fellow man is manifesting. My eyes are fixed, my ears are open, and my soul is patiently playing its celestial part, as we all must do if we seek to find spiritual sanity in a land of unbridled vanity.