Social Insecurity
The struggle under the weight of the pecking order which is society, an
unwholesome food chain, is a constant bombardment. Prepackaged units
thrust onto an assembly line where anything less than perfection is a
straying from the path of virtue, those who malfunction in their roles
are soon to be stamped with the stigma of defective goods. No
handling with care for it's sink or swim in this sea of struggle. The
heavy hand that feeds is quick to swat you down.
Are angels 'God's' elite, farting over the souls of the dying like so
much piss?
Life is a joke. The punchline is death.
Let us revel in the splendour of the vastness of the continuum, for all
things to be made...