‘Cause you know, it’s the end of history and Fukuyama was right about communism being over and capitalism having won so buy a mutual fund and a cigar because markets don’t crash anymore and computers are kind of cool ‘cause they’ve increased the GNP and my songwriting abilities by at least 3% a year plus there’s really nothing to be mad about anymore so music should sound like a Microsoft Windows 95 cloud and a rave t-shirt design reminiscent of heaven, the way angels and other debris float sonically unattached, “After you follow the rules down there, you come up here and there are none. You just float around! Knock down the walls!” Which, getting back to the first thing I said, is kind of like the end, you know, but that doesn’t mean it’s over, it means it’s forever, like anti-oxidants and music should be a part that comes back again and again like a big flat plane that goes on forever and the prophet asked, “but where is the fiery flame from which you came?” And we said, “hey my man, what burns never returns.