Wednesday, October 9, 2013

A Letter to Infinity

Dear Infinity (or whatever you're calling yourself these days),

We're sick of your bullshit and we're not going to take it any more. You think you're so special with your mind-blowingness. But that doesn't give you the right to invade everybody's time and space, ignoring common sense, the laws of physics and etiquette.

Why don't you just butt out?

What was wrong with black and white, good and bad, now and then, paper or plastic?

We want our little worlds back: places where things are predictable and we don't have to make all of these decisions. What good can come from confusing us, thrusting your chaos into everybody's business? We don't need your leading questions and your irreverent attitude.

Stop trying to make us wonder. All that effort, and for what? It's not like we'll ever be able to understand your hoity-toity perfection or that bullshit about oneness.

We like our suburbs and our mini-malls and our televisions, and we don't need whatever it is you're pushing unless it will defend our homes against intruders.

So just go back wherever you came from and leave us alone.


The Whole World