Why are we here and what have we done, to have come so far and not gone anywhere? Is this disappointment that befuddles us? Probably not. Circularity at work.
Did I do something wrong to cause this mess, or am I a part of it? Was it some action, or non-action, that created the insanity that surrounds us?
Is that a light that goes out, like a broken bulb? Or does it come on because there is the power to it?
Because this is the wasteland, there is nothing. There is nothing because this is the wasteland.
