Prozium – The great nepenthe. Opiate of our masses. Glue of our great society. Salve and salvation, it has delivered us from pathos, from sorrow, the deepest chasms of melancholy and hate. With it, we anaesthetise grief, annihilate jealousy, obliterate rage. Those sister impulses towards joy, love, and elation are anaesthetised in stride, we accept as fair sacrifice. For we embrace Prozium in its unifying fullness and all that it has done to make us great.