So first we’re children and that’s fine and then we get moulded into things in the thing-like universe. I get that, I really do get that. Don’t get me wrong, I really do see the necessity for that – who wouldn’t see the necessity for that? I totally get it. I mean, talk to anyone and they’ll tell you straight off oh yes they will say you’ve got to do that obviously it’s very important to mould children into things in the thing-like universe. It’s kind of what it’s all about! It’s just got to be done it’s just got to happen. Got to. Who can fail to be convinced by the logic of this argument? I know we all start off as children and that this is great and wonderful and everything but even though it’s great and wonderful and everything (and who can deny that?) you’ve just got to mould them into things in the thing-like universe haven’t you? You just have to have to have to have to and that’s the undeniable logic of the situation  – we all get that, we all get the logic of what’s being said here and no one can deny it because no one ever does the logic here is pretty damn obvious about as obvious as a lump hammer in your face no arguing with that is there did you ever try arguing with a lump hammer in your face no of course you didn’t no one argues with a lump hammer in the face and no one argues with the logic that says you just have to mould children into things in the thing-like universe. You just don’t question it. You just don’t you just don’t you just don’t. So first we’re children (no argument about that anyway) and then you know the rest that’s just the way it happens it’s not as if we were born as things after all can you imagine that can you imagine how crazy that would be? If we were born already as things in the thing-like universe then where would the fun in this be? What happens to the oh-so-important moulding process then? What happens to society then? The moulding process is a very important function of society that’s how we work out that blind shapeless frustration of being a thing in the thing-like universe, by creating more things to suffer just like we’re suffering.  You can’t really escape that logic can you? That’s the oldest logic in the book. I feel inspired to talk about the poetry of the thing-like universe to try as best I can in my halting incoherent fashion to express the magic of being a thing and enacting in the marvellously mechanical fashion that is so tediously customary of things in the thing-like universe the various meaningless progressions and regressions and repetitions that we as things all love so much and place so much stock in. How can anyone fail to be stirred on the deepest possible level by the immense practically mystical significance one feels in one’s role of being yet another infinitely replaceable thing amongst the virally-proliferating profusity of all the other infinitely replaceable things? Tell me this doesn’t stir you deeply…