The prevalence of the lizard brain grows everyday – the sand substratum of the collective psyche is returning to the sea. Everyone is less thoughtful yet more neurotic. There is a unified urge to return to monkey. People are walking different, talking different – pointing out hypocrisy has become boring. The very form of life is disappearing, like a mass ego death. It has been a silent rapture for every human trait. We are a species with terminal brain cancer – the self is swimming in its own remains. Hot heads will pop and the steadfast will withdraw. Civilities death was long ago, but the funeral is today. No one is dressed up; they are gooning. No one shows up; they are napping. There is no interest or passion left. “Well this isn’t how I was expecting the fourth turning”.