It is hard to imagine how to demean myself further, but I am willing to. I have felt the wrath of God and have survived. I have delved into the confluence of society and moved on. I still do not know why I work so much to where I can't conceive of a safe passage to death. Prosperity is no longer a goal, but truly a dream. Dreaming is no longer a respectful voyage, but a mistake. I personally feel that our ideas were built on a society that was living off the wealth of the land and it was acceptable to make money off the backs of others, so we no longer have a society whose ideas match up with reality.
A perfect society would have people working at what they enjoy to do and their work would not be toil. This is what we imagine a good life to be, one that has an employment that provides wealth enough to be able to pay for one's own self and family. Why is this that hard to accomplish? Why have capitalist, socialist, anarchist and communist alike failed at this task?
Tweaking society in small amounts one way or another is all we have as a method of advancement, so the answer is not held in the doctrines of philosophies that would make dramatic changes to our social existence. We are not even a carburetor in an engine, nor the fuel which we make engines work, but the air required to make it burn. People are the oxygen that make an engine explode and create power, otherwise a fuel does not burn. A combustion engine is built on the presupposition that air with oxygen exist. We are that air.
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