I have this rage that I can't explain. It's sad.

Allow this poem to carry you beyond yourself, transcending your mortal flesh as you wed yourself with the potentially infinite.

The problem with this poem, from your perspective, must be its lack of financial value. I guess my problem with you, from my perspective, is how you insist on putting a financial value on everything.

It's beautiful to transcend generations and to just be inside an artistic work, together, enjoying what only a great artistic work can provide.