Rorschach: I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor… I am Pagliacci.” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.
Who will supply the world with the what it needs?
Who will narrow our vision to only what we want to see?
Who will force a smile onto grievance?
Who will rip and tear the heart out of the Sons of God
And watch cheerfully at the broken house?
Who but I?
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