How can one claim ownership over words?
Do you own a series of letters?
They are nothing but a series of symbols, in which,
we as a cult, the cult of humans place a high value on.
We trade pieces of paper day in and out
and take pride over how many pieces we have.
It is all in wires, tangled, coded in zeros and ones, waiting patiently to be traded again, yet hands don't touch hands.
It is all relative, this happiness we claim.
By the by, these words, these symbols belong to Rebecca B. Joslow so don't steal them because that isn't virtuous, right? Ha.
