The lower you fall, the higher you’ll fly
You are not your job, you’re not how much United Earth Credits you have in the bank. You are not the ship you pilot. You’re not the contents of your Mobiglas. You are not your damn flight suit. You are all singing, all dancing junk in space.
You are not special. You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We’re all part of the same compost heap. We’re all singing, all dancing waste of the world. We’ve all been raised to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your hangar. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive spending. Quit your job. Take flight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.