You mean it’s a medical condition, she shakes her head, she stands before the mirror, the curvature of her rear is on her mind, liposuction or implants, she wants to be round, well, if the eyes of the nation are on her, it’s the rear they will see most of. She ignores the words coming from her friend, you are old fashioned, besides you are old as well, she continues with the performance before the mirror, am i too flabby in this she asks, while she holds up a pair of leather trousers, fake leather trousers, nothing about her is real. A day later her life is in tears, her celebrity is no longer a celebrity, she will have to find another one.
Solomon was talking with a friend, the topic was imitation, and by extension, example. What is going on in all those minds, there is nothing original left it seems, they copy cat. Solomon was listening, he heard much talk about it, the way children imitate what they are exposed to. His mind was focused, the signs from above pointed to divine intervention, the numbers too, the warnings from above. Celebrity was not what it was supposed to be, it was a trick, the same as exposure to nuclear weapons, once it got into your head, it was all you could think of. With the world producing less and less numbers of healthy children, it ought to be on the minds of the learned and wise, wherever they were hiding.