I reject, along with the others,
the religion of the contemptuous.
The search for

     ☐ wealth
     ☐ fame
     ☐ happiness
     ☐ love
     ☐ truth
     ☐ success
     ☐ community
     ☐ power
     ☐ etc.

People queuing everywhere
for the opportunity to be
upgraded to a new queue.

You may not hold me responsible
for anything I didn't choose.
(What did I ever choose?)

It is true that everything matters,
and it is true that nothing matters,
just at different scales.

There is a reverie
interrupted periodically
by reality.

Is everything one ever says
other than "I don't know"
a lie?