November 3, 1998 - No Synchronicity

 
 
It seems that we are sightless beings, floating
RANDOMLY though space.  We only connect if by
chance, we slam into one another.  There is no
connectedness, no order.  And there is no such
thing as destiny or fate.
For the most part, we are senseless, squalid
masses.  We scream out, desiring to be heard
with all our will - but our peers are deaf
and we are all functionally mute in spite of
all the screaming.

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