65. Wisdom ought to come creeping coming up, any time now. Deus ex machina. That's what they tell me. Billions still waiting for the Messiah. Clever bastard, Mephistopheles. And I know, if I could do it all over, I would have stayed truer to my ideals. I sold out. I admit it. You made me do it. I could feel the pressure, back there. It wasn't just the wealth, the fame, there was more than that once. Ars poetica. Vita contempliva. Democracy. Love. Justice. The Good. Truth. And man, we had it all once, back there, in the could have been. But then we sunk, didn't we? As soon as it was written, it was sullied. It started to rot. It took on that stench, it became an extended infomercial. Is it just the company we keep that does this to us? Was it worth it? I would have sold more than my soul for what I thought it would be. So this is what was up your sleeve the whole time? You done wool eyeing and red herring me? Are we finished? Fort da. Can we stop this stupid game? Is it coming soon? Is it? You would tell me if it was, wouldn't you? There is no reason to be cruel. Have fun with your games. Don't mind me. I'll just waste away.

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