You won’t miss us, our postgraduates. What have we ever done but disillusion you? Age you? Fill you with our cynicism? Pump you full of weariness?
We don’t deserve you, our postgraduates. And they deserve more than us! So snatch you from the shadows, paragraduates. Whisk you away! Show you how to live!
We’ll leave you with them, the paragraduates. They can have you. Foster you. Bring them to maturity.
We don’t deserve you! We don’t deserve anything! Look what we did to our own youths! Look how we despoiled it, our own potential! We murdered ourselves. Of course we did! We exploited ourselves! We sold ourselves out! We don’t want the same to happen to you!
We give you over to them, the paragraduate faeire. To the paragraduate faerie kingdom!
We put you in their hands. So they can teach you their lessons.
What matters is only that we throw you ahead of us as we collapse. That we free you, by throwing you beyond our lives. Beyond our shadows! As darkness falls over us all.
In the final hour! In our final hour – that perhaps isn’t yours! Give more time. More life! Let them pass over into the messianic kingdom.
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