“The confirmation of others: a sickness the entire race will die of.”
Not a sickness, not at first.
At first an adaptation.
When conspecifics
Became the environment,
Became selection,
Selection favored
Those successful at getting
Some confirmation from them.
So far, that’s meant more of them.
More and more and more of them.
For many generations,
Some of them have seen the end
Coming, but it’s slow coming.
Wishful thinkers, most of them.
What’s good for the lineage
Is misery for the soul.
Ah, the soul. An invention,
One of many inventions,
Built from the confirmation
Of the sickness of others.
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