finklestein

The world changes by generation as a snake sheds. Over the years, the snake has remained just as snaky as its been from its first days of snaking, but the skin now sloughs off with such rapidity that the surface is scarcely tangible, more a constant exhalation of culture and invention. The first cell thrown overboard steadily drifts away by the push of discarded skin. By the time the first cell becomes the last cell, the snake is no longer visible through the haze of shedding and replenishing cells. In old age, life is an ache for a familiar snake.

This is why we must strike now and subdue the children's uprising.

We shall be inferior to none, no matter how high our enemies' rocket pogo sticks may elevate them.