Resist this finally, I could not.
So where now is the man that cares not a whit for what the world thinks? Rather I should re-phrase this since the worldly man does not think any more, at least not in terms of what the enlightenment pioneers of thought would have recognised – we are lulled into a sickly sweet parody of thought, where dunderminds take instaphotos, and designers twist sameold-sameold into the latest spendthings that blow away like dust on the fragrant night air. (and I include myself here, be sure)
So where to from here, people of the night..?