Popularity

All of the sheep, walk, skip, and frolic merrily forward. Alongside fellow companions Your neighbor, ones kin, and ones colleges. Passively flowing downstream Base 10. A number. Of no tactile measure. Yet growing, multiplying. Binary fission. Are we all not but identical? We desperately vie for security amongst the crowd. Belong. Do we? In society, an outcast is a failure. The black sheep, never belongs. To and from one to another, we feed from seemingly ourselves. A reverberation of personality. Us, we, him, they. Culture ricochets from sheep like paddles. Off to another follower.