A prophet’s job is never done. You start preaching on a street corner to the weary commuter, recieving only a view glances and muttered responses. You preach what you believe, be it religion, ethic, love, or end of world spiels. After a while though, you start realzing that people just don’t care. You look around and see that no one is watching you, no one is listening, and that no one wants to hear the rantings of a kid with a deluded view of the world. No matter what you say, people won’t change. We are born like that. Ignorant, stupid, and scared shitless…