we pontificate the significance of the insignificant. we blather about the miniscule. we taunt and tease and berate and complain and contemplate the mediocre. we bat about ideas that mean so little to so many. we toss about thoughts, soulless thoughts, of ones and zeros, abstractions of ones and zeros, how they don't add up. berated by those who disagree. and the world turns, and people's hearts break, and people's heart stop, and a bit is on, and a bit is off, and somedays I just don't care. And somedays I just don't fucking care if a bit is on or off.