i wonder why there was a lack of confidence in the will to assimilate, to rely on some collective homogeneity to say i suffer nothing but fulfillment i am A. B.C. or 1. 2. 3. thus i know who i am and who i will be. do what you want. be beautiful. people need a savior, for they often cannot or do not save themselves. say to the codified machine that is the fringe of a self-denied lunacy, you need me more than i need you and so become free. yet the problem is that the system would say 100,000 lemmings are never wrong. i say would you hit a woman with her child? no you'd hit her with a brick as the old burlesque joke goes. so too they are fools. 100,000 lemmings is merely an increase in the molar concentration of idiocy not a dilution of what makes wrong. yet those tendrils are long and tangled into our fate. we need a real medicine man these days.