There's a mean spirited rumor

that we're doing this to ourselves.

Half of these problems come courtesy

of our dark-sided desire to let things

slide and see what happens.

So we can invent our heroism in invented battles.

I was hoping we each were our own visionaries.

Identifying the real problems.

I refuse to find out we're chasing some

eternal golden ring suspended from our hat brim.

That would be a knee to the crotch

of our Aristotelian conceit of purpose.

But maybe what we've invented isn't really

going anywhere after anything.

We're just dancing like hell in one place.

And it's right here.

Right now.

Go ahead,

Cut in...