Choice cannot be a bad thing, it is probably one of the good things of life. To have the freedom to choose. It is for you, not against you: Choice. If you don’t choose for yourself, someone else will, or something else. Consider this: if you don’t choose to get out of a house on fire, the house on fire will make the choice for you. And then there’ll be no choosing to be done because there will be no you. It is not merely enough that you have choice; when you have a choice, you must make one. You don’t bother choosing, you take life for granted and one fine morning you might wake up to find that your mother or your sister or your wife has been sold, and the morning isn’t fine anymore. Have you not heard ? They are auctioning mothers and sisters and wives, actually just women, they may not be mothers or sisters or wives or anything in relation to anybody in particular. Why must they? They need to be women. Of a certain kind. The marked kind. Marked, as in the word that begins with M. Don’t pretend you don’t know. Everybody knows the folks who are marked with the mark of M. That’s one of the things that has happened since we banished the era of NothingHappened — we have come to recognise those marked with the mark of M. We know them as the other. As not us. Very often as worse than not us. And therefore deserving of those we consider worse than not us deserve. They have had things done to them you know. I am sure you know. Things that make news. Good news. Bad news. Depending on which side you are looking at news from. That’s one of the other things that has happened after the abrogation of the era of NothingHappened: there are sides, defined sides, black sides and white sides, and no grey sides, sides that define lines, the lines that define if you are with us or against us. Such lines. But back to news. Newsy things have been done to those marked with the mark of M. Good things are not newsy things. Newsy things are not good things. And I don’t want not good things to happen to me one morning. Or afternoon or evening or night, not anytime. I don’t want to be told my mother’s been sold, online, like you know, something that can be sold and something someone might want to buy and do their willing with. And so — terrible thing to think or wish or say — I was contemplating this thing about choice and whether I could choose the right womb so I would not come into the era after NothingHappened marked. You know.

Oh that’s a tad old
The standard of gold
Today’s truth be told
D’you know if you’ve been sold?