oh, now the deus ex machina of such technoillogical wonder br illumines the way to the mind’s cemetery- br contrives an easy solution to this apparently insoluble problem of Life. br br and thus, the blind and mutilated cows calling themselves people br see nothing br of the world but the tail in front of them as they are led to br the soul’s cruel slaughterhouse. br br down that drear path to certain inanity, I will not go. br br I will not go. br br my path is mine, to choose br and lose, alone.