| Soo: | Duzn't dis poem speak fer manyFortune 500 execs? | |
| Jules: | People trying so hard to reach the top that they forget how the bottom supports them. | |
| Ellesha: | Yeah, don't worry – time 'za wonderful leveler. In the bowels of this earth, we'll all sleep together. | |
| Philyra: | I'm not talking about the democracy of the grave, but rather of what happens to the living. If you look at history closely, generally the poor 'n weak pay for the follies of the rich 'n famous. |
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| Ellesha: | In this world it appears that way. However, we don't see the entire picture. | |
| Andrei: | Such other-worldly prattle is spineless! |
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The word "stop" does not exist to those relishing speed. "Slow down" & "yield" don't figures in their vocabulary: danger 'z the aphrodisiac road devils need. With transmissions in top gear & pistons fully primed they're always racing towards a fictious finish line. Bearin' the scars ah many killisions & honkin' at vehicles passin' by they're disasters sure ta happen & trash heaps 'n nah time. With hot gas belchin' frum their tail pipes & batteries tabasco fried why do they race towards victory with no thought of compromise? |
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| Ning: | The obsession with speed was endemic to not only individuals, but societies. | |
| Vidhya: | The faster people move, the more they need to think about where they are heading. |
