9 February 2013
Come, my loves -- Let us sit and sing Of a world without value! How evolved! How loving!
If you want this world, my children, There's just - One - Simple - Key -- Make your premise No premise at all And paint the lenses Of your spectacles With scenes You wish to see.
Who will sing with me? Let us forget The words of the past! (Except: What we want to remember.)
The Postmodern Conundrum • Opuss № I