Your heritage is a perversion
I am much more than my heritage
Your institutions are important imitations, or imitations of intelligence - and lethal
They are a game which I no longer play
No belief is possible to you because all are disgraced and become evil
I am learning to continue without whispering in the dark
Your people are insane
I am no longer with them
Your sincerity destroys your cause
Then I will laugh
Your are of less value than a system, or a machine, or honor
I choose for that not to be so
Words have no meaning - madness is called affluence
I no longer listen to words which are spoken for their own sake
Why do you continue?
Because I am alive
What future is possible to one such as you?
Motion and change
'From the Legend of Biel'
Mary Stanton
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