The Rebel, but I Find the Point Ten Years After Reading

I think the universe is finite.
There's just one small circle
And we play our roles out,
Full of drama,
Sound and fury,
Writing the same words,
In different languages.
Why do we bother?
When all of life has been writ?
The best choice we can make is “no”
The only choice we can make is “no.”

But the funny thing about the world,
Is that “no” is all you need
to be free

I thank you,
for showing that to me.

It's strange
Where you find wisdom—

Out of the mouths of babes,
No?