-we ride the short bus to oblivion.

You are all at fault. Every single last one of you. Here I am writing a lettter to the past generation, but so what? What they did was unforgivable, a mockery of the human spirit. They made us ashamed to be who we are; seeking truth became an ostracisable offense. At the moment of existence one enters an agreement with God, Mother Nature, Science; what have you. Inevitably, we renege on this contract, but theres always Hell to pay. We are left in the dark, fumbling, trying to connect hands. We are left collecting flowers in a graveyard. We are left. Innocently enough, we believed that we were bettering as a collective whole. We weren't bettering. Inconceivable, tell it to the streets that we were bettering as a human race. You'd get laughed at right in your face. No, what we were doing was evolving. I can't wait until we reach the pinnacle of evolution. From there it's all downhill, tumbling, bumbling idiots.