A poem, by Jack Handy:
Where we gonna go?
They love us if we show
Reign in or through but who is gonna
Feel for who?
You had me at hello
Puppets overthrown
But wait, there's more, don't ya wanna know?
All I'm gonna be
Is who they never see
Within, without, but gonna let us see
For shadows on the wall
The puppet's tryna fall
These mashed potatoes aren't gonna eat themselves!!
We lie, and lie, and lie some more, to get into that cellar door
Forever more, seeking truth, winning is all
Nothing is real
[not my real name, but shame on you]
Is my suggestion. We can always use a time maching but you're right. The thread is over. It's time has passed.
I suggest: How do you handle being a public figure in a world of liars? How do you handle being completely alone when you are surrounded by people who just wont get you?
Suicide club, discuss.