This is a neat analysis. Tellya, we got more ways now to stay in touch with drivel gonna suck out our brains — an’ the more we be reduced to walkin’ vacuums, the greater our hunger for the pseudo-communal vapidity we call … interactin’ with people we don’t know ‘bout stuff actschwlly don’t matter that much.
Back in the day, seemed mebbe there was a PATH.
Pick sumthin’ cool you wanna, an’ keep levellin’ up c/o sumone passin’ the baton tillya are THE FRICKIN’ LORD.
Then we got all kinda self-realizational, like the 60s was a slower-actin’ drug than anyone ever figured.