I obsess about the Void. The Void is my friend. Also my enemy, if you consider obliteration a hostile act. The Void is everywhere. Even if we refuse to acknowledge it, we know in our protoplasm that it's there. We construct states and religions and philosophies and uniforms and products, great heaving seas of products, to hide ourselves from it. We chatter at each other, we fuck each other, we shed each other's blood. all to no avail. We plug into iPads, iPods, iPhones, giant plasma TVs with surround sound, we hop into our air-conditioned cars, roll up the windows, crank up the tunes, and race to gigantic stores where we weave among teetering mountains of shiny crap, trying to fan the flames of desire. Wake up, humans! Or don't wake up, the Void don't care. Hahahahahahaha! Had you going there, didnt I? There's no Void, I was just having a little fun with you there. Scrabbling for money and spending it on expendable junk is every bit as important as you think it is. Wanting needing grasping holding, that's our lifeblood. Embrace it! Honor it! And send me some of your money so I can share in the joy.