An undeveloped rant

Ladies and gentlemen, we live in a time when the revolutionaries are old. Their balls sag. Yes, we live in a time when the avant-garde has worked itself into the status quo. Because as way back as Ancient Greece old men said that the young disrespected the old. Because every century, the anti-christ loomed over the law-abiding citizens of this great world. The self-proclaimed revolutionaries wrestle the self-proclaimed protectors of old fashioned values. Yes, everyone is a hero, even you. Everyone a martyr, even you. A princess that needs saving, a knight in shining armor. Yes, we all play the roles destined for us, and strike at the dragon’s throat to take care of it all. Yes, yes, all you need do: save the world, you worthless ant. You one-out-of-billions. I am no prophet, but because I am as self-righteous, oily, dirty, congested, and sleepy as you, I see the threads which hold you together.