conclusion

I WANT TO WRITE. I WANT TO WRITE UNTIL THE UNIVERSE DIES. EVEN IF I KNOW IT’S NO GOOD. WHERE DOES THIS DRIVE COME FROM? IS IT INBORN? THEN WHY IS IT THAT I WAS GIVEN IT? IS THAT FALSE MODESTY OR FALSE PRIDE? WHO COULD EVEN TELL? THE POINT IS NULL AND VOID.

THE POINT WAS NEVER THERE. NO ONE CAN EVER THINK HOW YOU THINK AND FEEL HOW YOU FEEL. SO SHOULDN’T HUMANITY JUST PACK IT IN? AFTER ALL, THE PARTY IS OVER. IT WAS OVER WHEN REALITY TRUMPED FAITH. IT WAS OVER WHEN SCIENCE WRESTLED SUPERSTITION TILL IT TAPPED OUT. ALL THAT’S LEFT IS EXCREMENT. NOTHING NEW, NOTHING NEW. HUMANITY WILL BE A QUICK RISE AND A LONG, BORING, LONG, BORING FALL.

WHO KNOWS WHICH PART WE’RE RIDING? CAN WE CAUSE A REPRISAL? CAN WE PROVE ME WRONG? PROVE ME WRONG. I DEMAND IT. THINK OF SOMETHING NEW. RACK YOUR BRAIN, ABANDON ALL INTERPERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS IF THEY ARE NOT CONDUCIVE. ABANDON ALL THINGS IF THEY ARE NOT CONDUCIVE. DO YOU HAVE THE GUTS? DO YOU HAVE THE COURAGE? DO I?

ABSOLUTELY NOT. ALL I CAN DO IS ATTEMPT TO SHAKE THE TRUTH OUT OF SOMEONE ELSE. I HAVE STRIVED LONG AND HARD TO ELOQUENTLY PORTRAY HUMAN STRIFE AND OVERCOMING STRIFE. BUT I HAVE FAILED. MY LIFE HAS BEEN TOO GOOD AND TOO FRUITFUL. I IMPLORE YOU. I IMPLORE THOSE WHO HAVE NO CHANCE OF EVER READING THIS. TELL ME YOUR STORY. TELL US YOUR STORY.

DO WHAT I NEVER COULD. TYPE A HALF DOZEN PARAGRAPHS IN ALL CAPS. TELL US ABOUT SOMETHING WE DON’T KNOW AS WELL AS YOU. FOLLOW MY LEAD EXCEPT THIS TIME END IT WITH A CONCLUSION.