"Prometheus" (anarchist rant, former .plan file) by j z provo ...then there was the time when the man was with a comerade, cohort, friend. This person snickered at one of his works, asking "Just what the HELL does it mean?" Fire brewed in the man's eyes; artist turned madman grabbed his friend by the collar and slammed a rather suprised companion into the wall. "Mean? MEAN?" He was shouting. "What does the sum total of your life _mean_? What will your life mean when you're gone? ...nothing. This is a representation of you and all those like you. Here -look!- do you see this? This is your mindless chase after meaningless scraps of paper. There is your blind acceptance of The Rules... This piece is a monument to modern stupidity; to those who have been _so_ indoctrinated that they cannot even CONCEIVE of not 'playing by the rules', let alone breaking them or even think that other rules could exist. For all those to whom the word 'rebellion' has been programmed to mean 'violent conflict', and who believe that a society dedicated to grinding the teeth of Moloch with their children is the natural way, that we and our so-called culture are the endpoint of evolution and 'intelligence'..." Suddenly he breaks off with a sigh. A tired, time-worn sound. He looks away.. And I turn back to you with a look of sadness, a sadness you will never comprehend. The sadness of a Prometheus who finds his gift of fire only being used to roast infidels.