I laugh inside, give in to the morbid humor of the situation and laugh out loud. The sheep disguised as people also laugh, mistaking my mirth for recognition of their own shallow wit. Life is the promise of tomorrow cries the Fool. Life is the pursuit of truth cries the Wise Man. Life is the pursuit of pleasure cries the Commoner.
Life is the pursuit of power cries the Ruler.
Life is the pursuit of completion I cry. A false hope, the promise of a dream that can never be fulfilled. I hold back the tears. I can never reach the goal, I can never even start on its road. I can only stare at the pictures on the wall and imagine a world filled with the pageantry of the mind.