I don't know much, but I know that something went wrong somewhere, somehow, so I can't believe that what you call the truth is true, and I'm starting over at the beginning, which is good enough for me, and if it isn't good enough for you, well just look at you.I don't know if there are any gods, or even one god, who made everything all by itself, completely from scratch, but I don't believe everything is just some big accident either, because that's what a lot of you think, and just look at you.I don't know what happens when you die, or if there's a heaven, or a hell, or nothing at all, or something completely different altogether, but whatever it is, it can't be as bad as being afraid of it your whole life, because a lot of you are frightened to death of death, and look at you.I don't know about philosophy, or if everything is just a crazy dream, but I believe that I am here, and you are there, and look at you.I don't know what virtue is, or if love is as important as you say it is, or need, or equality, or anything at all you say is good, but I admire courage, and work, and thought, because you don't seem to, and look at you.I don't know if history is just a list of crimes, or if there is ever any progress, but it doesn't look that way to me, and if it looks that way to you, just look at you.I don't know what the future holds, maybe the planet will blow up, or die by poison, or pollution, but I don't believe in giving up, and just letting it all happen, without one hell of a fight, and if you do, just look at you.I don't know if man is really evil, or doomed to follow the dinosaurs, but it seems to me, through thousands of years of hardship and heartache and toil, hardly anyone gave up for long, until the Great Nothing ate everyone's guts and fathered your father and you, and if you believe that everyone past, was exactly like you, then you'd better grab a mirror, and just look at you.I don't know if we're not responsible, since we didn't ask to be born, and we never picked our genes or moms, or the time or place of our birth, but I'm willing to be responsible, because you don't look to be, and just look at you.I don't know how to fix what's wrong, or how to dry your tears, but to tell you the truth, I don't care about you, or your whining and grasping and holding your nose, I care about the race of Man, and what we can be when you are gone. I want to destroy all the lies you made up, and the faith you made of despair, and the darkness you gave me without my consent, and the fear that poisoned the well.I don't want to, but I have to, look at you. If you're one of the ones who phone it in, and never rock the boat, and never do more than you're told to, I'm sick of you.If you're one of the one's who's faking it all, and think life's just a dirty game, and do it to them because they'd do it to you, I'm sick of you.If you're one of the ones who want something else, and are looking for someone to blame, and your creed could fit on a bumper sticker, I'm sick of you.If you're one of the ones who's paid to care, about truth or justice or health, and don't give a damn except for the fee, I'm sick of you.If you're one of the ones who's the person in charge, and your only interest is keeping the list, and not getting blamed for what's wrong or undone, I'm sick of you.If you're one of the ones who don't want to think, and you'd rather just not know, and it's not your fault no matter what, I'm sick of you.Look at you, yes you, I'm sick to death of you, and I'm gonna find the cure.There is a weapon called the pen, which used to be mightier than the sword, until it ran out of ink and lost it's point, and retired to an empty life. I found it where you left it, and picked it up off the ground, and stropped it to a razors edge: now I'm armed and making plans.
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