You won't see me on TV or the news.
You won't see me on stage.
You may never meet me.
You don't care about me, and maybe it should stay that way,
You may love me, but it is for nothing.
You may detest me, but it is for nothing.
You may have caricatures at ready in your mind to help you comprehend me. They will leave you wanting.
You might have images or surges of hope hearing, but such will leave you wanting.
I have substance somewhere. Not here. Outside. Elsewhere.
Watch with me.
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