Worker's Cynical Paradise

Loathe am I to elaborate needlessly on the potentcy of the Yellow Jacks, but like Candide, the proud society has been under scrutiny for its Purpose. Voltaire insists that it is in our work that we find happiness, but Jacks do not divine happiness in so much as they orchestrate the killing of time. That is to say that Waghdas is an event of projection; an ancient world with tressles and beams of dust scatters our composed intangibles. Address this readership, ladies and gentlemen, and tell the Wandering World how your chrysalis grows violently.