Descending from the sky, he's draped in sequins. You saw that glimmer in his eyes and you believed him. Your mystic, Your wishes were granted in one fell swoop. He spoke one word, your pain was gone. Is this another world that you inhabit? One that I have never noticed, or perhaps never imagined? I know the difficulty. Abandoning all hope would be too tragic especially since you've invested your entire life and passion provides cathartic release. Well, all of that incessant shouting amounts to nothing but a puffing of the chest, and the words you communicate are worthless aphorisms that demonstrate your self-inflicted intellectual neglect. Hey, I was once that vulnerable. I never caved in, I never caved in. I reached a point where I finally had to decide, between tradition and knowledge. (We're safe and sound inside this place. Don’t break, don't ever let them come in). And it's like an heirloom passed on to the most reckless hands, a custom that's never broken but irrelevant. These words are never spoken but now it must be said, after this generation, these rituals are dead.