We possess no other choice but to go along with it, if not in theory then in practice. Such as the tide along an ocean's shore, its impending power cannot be impeded substantially when pitted against our feeble means. Nature will always win out, be it either external or implicit in ourselves, us being our own worst enemy like the stars themselves.
-For the bus is filled to capacity, filled to the point of the stagnant standing room only through the guise of design of the "people's" will. Given the ever-changing climate that we find shifting endlessly about us, the inevitable cleaver plummets down to sever those "extensions" that are deemed excessive regardless of the bylines and gimmick-prose that proclaim, "we'll get you there," no matter the circumstance. So, we pile in doubled up for the elimination of one critical line within a mere smattering of four, thusly reducing it to three homeward bound routes. The further degradation of choice and option marches forth like an invading army of superlative fascists, hell-bent on the eventual dilution of enterprising thought. -And in-effect resulting in the opposite of their original intention. Such as it is, the evolution of human hypocrisy, knowing no bounds evidenced through its historical exponential expansion, until one day like the central star of our planetary system will swallow our spiraling orbits into itself, erasing any trace of our "glorious" existence.
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Well, there are those days when the only thing you can say is "Moo."
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