And so the world continues to spin, <br />and events cascade across the semi-present <br />awareness of man, <br />just as they always do. <br />Nothing new, <br />nothing changed, <br />nothing different. <br />The styles are altered, <br />but the substance remains banausic. <br />And as my eyes behold the cycle of <br />the days <br />for the twelve-thousandth time, <br />a truth rings in my mind with a <br />blasphemous, <br />infernal, banality: <br /> <br />There is nothing more devastating <br />than a longing for ignorance.<br /><br />Derek R. Audette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ever-on-the-illusion-is-woven/
