What tellurians are we that flout our own coteries and admonish irenic and innate human opulence. Such corybantic behavior stresses that we are but quixotic in nature, denying the true productivity of our hauteur. As our aesopian tendencies nebulized, our conservatism became ostentatious and familial endeavors atomized. Now we are anecdotal cabals hoping for some convalescence in hoodies, confusing practice with praxis and ultimately just being epigamic in another's perview. Beg pardon, I partially recant. We are but fetal souls enjoying our first enlightening tantrum. Long live the juju of human lexicon and let it liberate, not just assimilate.