Outside Conformity
Everyone follows someone who doesn’t follow everyone.
One leans out from the row of conformity and takes a look around, orients itself with a personal vision.
Behind it a new row leans in a new direction.
The cold doesn’t seem so cold.
The march doesn’t seem so long.
A whisper runs along the row, ”We are on our way to meet the spring.”
(Tomorrow: Beautiful People)
System Humanity 
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