I hate my own mortality,
I wish I could live forever:
then I might have the smallest chance
to show you how much I love you.
New Age Man cultivates arcane arts
and listens for what no other hears;
he thinks that the music of the spheres
is greater than the hum of its parts.
Society is you and me
and a thousand million others;
our interaction sets us free,
but government action smothers.
Today if we protested levies on tea
and needed to warn of attacks,
we'd send an email and the message would be:
one if by phone, two if by fax.
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