That we forget having invented them predisposes us to the so called rules of engagement we keep following. Shit, it took a long time to go from figuring out that some kind of animal skin stretched over some wood could make us dance, could finally give us a sequel to fire, towards shooting big metal tubes into outer space and landing on the rock that makes sure the oceans move. Rules are common, both inherent in our world and made up along the way. When a teenager rebels from the rules, which ones are they rebelling against? I would like to see a punk kid rebel from the laws of thermodynamics just once. If my rules were stacked up against your rules, whose would go higher? Would they reach all the way out there, past the ozone layer? I'll make up for these problems we keep having is what you tell yourself in the middle of the blackness that is the realization that something will end but has not ended yet. It's strange to be in that space, as you don't want to admit to the group that you have seen the ending and it does not look like the ending anyone wanted. It still exists, however, based on the rules we all agreed upon once we could muster the energy to argue. I don't usually argue myself, unless it's the only language someone knows and it's about sports.

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