Because writing requires the long and painstaking task
Of overcoming my sense of futility in the effort
Why do I owe the world messages it doesn't want to hear?
Why do I care whether the humans lose their civilization to inequality?
Isn't it all just a game, in the end?
Isn't it all just a hologram?
Isn't it all the imagination of a tree or the dream of a dolphin or the fantasy of quarks?
Does it matter if I write or I don't write?
Can't the universe hear my heartsong either way?
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