Pomposity!

In those opulent glass and concrete buildings,

pompous men sit heavily in their seats. I see them

sitting in dead earnest endlessly discussing their

weighty and petty problems. The files pile up. They

grow like some gigantic fungus. The cabinets fill up.

The offices fill up. The whole world fills up, until it

becomes completely dark! What do you think we can

achieve with that kind of world?

Why don’t people burst out

in fits of loud laughter

at large meetings,

or watching TV, or at important receptions,

when they see

how deadly serious some people are

as they build up their own importance

and struggle to keep up a façade.

Why don’t people laugh

when they see

others who lose themselves in the labyrinth

of their own little vanities,

where in a pseudo-scientific way

and with a frightening earnestness

they devalue the real worth of life

and in its place

cultivate a narrow-minded selfishness?