you've got to quit your little charade and join the freak parade now that your road has been paved from conception to your grave, there are enormous thongs to do others practices to eschew, to be better than you is impossible to do, but the world won't stop without you your achievements are unsurpassed you are highly-ordered mass, but you can bet your ass your free energy will dissipate two billion years thus far, now mister here you are an element in a sea of enthalpic organic compounds you're only as elegant as your actions let you be, a piece of chaos related phylogenetically to every living organ system, they're siblings don't you see, the earth evolves and will rotate without you constantly.