Unhappiness, that which leads to Affirmation
and the swift Execution of Doubt. There is a vast
unease in the terminality of Yea, a horrible dread
to the Mm-hmm, a mixture of the Peace that Precedes
Imminent Death and the Subdued and Secretive Ease
of Inaction that accompanies a distinct and final Yup.
How can it be forgiven the Murder of the Immense
Mystery of No? There in its bloody hands lies the
Error of Positive Existence, and who wants to live
with that every day? Will you, could you, can you
possibly confront the Trial of Consistence without
succumbing to the Violent Birth of Negative Thought?