meanwhile...everyone wants to win a million dollars. everyone wants to be the next big thing. everyone wants to be universally loved and lusted after and quoted and plagiarised and idolised. and you can. if you call this number. this is not news. this is the past. in the future privacy will be worth more than a million dollars. integrity will be greater than celebrity. affection will be more valued than love (love having been so de-valued in the last quarter of the twentieth century that it would take at least another 69 dog years and the permanent - if necessary enforced - retirement of all members of the rolling stones, before it recovers). of course, as of here and now, none of these things have occurred. the mindless quest for celebrity and riches continues to gouge the earth of its natural resources and its people of their true and mostly untapped worth. businessmen with no greater skill than self promotion are hailed as role models for a generation of pimply post pubescent punks only just getting over the disappointment of dance music without drugs. and as the boomers continue to drain the reserves of society and patience. you remember back in the nineties. you said you’d never end up like this. well are you satisfied. when you open your eyes. when you wake up. and see who loves you. as you stand sinking. thinking. this can’t be right. we are the mountains. we are the weather. we’re like a river. we’re in this together. we’re all little drips. but together we’re the sea. you’ve got to believe. when was the last time you won a million dollars. and what was it like being the next big thing. is universal love all it’s cracked up to be. or maybe you’re tired of being idolised. and here’s a good one. which is worse. high interest rates or hundreds of thousands of dead people in an unjust war. now you’re making me sore. how can so many people get it so wrong. and how do we let it go on for so long. how can we we give it all away to the highest bidder. we hold the gun. we pull the trigger. and the thing that doesn’t figure. we are the mountains. we are the weather. we’re like a river. and we’re all in this together.