Nothing is more dissatisfying than living a mediocre existence day after day. Superficial encounters with friends leave our true selves buried within the tomb of wasted time. So pitifully sad. Where are the visionaries? Where are the trumpet blowers? When will we wake up? Are we so drugged, so stupefied by mainstream status quo rhetoric that tells us everything is as good as it can be? When will we break through the shell of our tenuous existence that hangs by a thread and see our subatomic existence as it really is?
