“I’m not making any point;
I’m just asking a question,”
said the young woman as
she was ushered to the
guillotine.
The crowds all gathered
ecstatically as life once
again lost all rational
meaning.
The answer was perfectly clear;
if you want to get along,
you will stop asking questions
and simply, innocuously,
ignorantly, uncritically,
unreflectively, and perhaps
most importantly cowardly
be of mindless good cheer
like almost every one
else there,
everywhere
and of course,
here, here, always
here.