The Boomer Bible
The Book of Pspeciastes, or the Prognosticator
Nostradamus
Chapter 1

The Words of the Prognosticator, Nostradammus, Muse of the Wise in the Lands of the Chosen: 2  Inanity of inanities, said the Seer, inanity of inanities; all is inanity. 3  What profit comes from the labors of men, however long they toil in the noonday sun? 4  New generations come, and old generations go; yet all men have their own appointment in Samarra. 5  All of them will have a long day's journey into night, from the age of innocence to the end of the affair. 6  The beautiful and damned will ride together, on a streetcar named desire, to the lighthouse on the beach, where all the vile bodies are waiting for Godot. 7  And from here there will be no exit; no second coming will arrest the course of the clockwork orange, which rises from under the volcano, and arcs like gravity's own rainbow toward death in the afternoon. 8  Yes, all men are doomed to inanity: the rabbit may run from the animal farm, but I have learned that all roads lead to the bullet park, and all journeys end in a handful of dust. 9  For I have been a Seer in the Lands of the Chosen; and I have seen all that has been, and all that will be, and all of it is inanity. 10  For what will be will be; and what has already been will be again. 11  Neither is there any name which will not be spoken again; nor any number which will not be counted more. 12  And of all the names and numbers that ever were, they all add up to inanity.