profit before principle.
been spending a lot of time thinking about purpose this past year.
what it is people are meant to do. and why it is that modern society is such a perverse mockery of just that: purpose.
the sheer over abundance of humans and our misconceptions of progress have almost completely negated purpose.
each and every person should have something useful to offer. be able to make something useful to earn his or her way in life, to contribute to the prosperity of society, not the profit.
and that's what it all comes down to. profit.
i am utterly disgusted with the society for which i belong. and as such i am thoroughly disgusted with my existence and it's uselessness.
this whole "modern world" of ours, from the perspective of history from past to present, is a disgrace. it claims to some sort of dignity or propriety yet it acts like a kid who found his dads gun.
the fire of our selfishness has burned as bright as a star for this past century.
but now, as it's glory fades, our eyes start to see that we have reached the end of the forest.
and our demise is just beyond those trees.
fuk my kind. burn us all into the ground. at least our ashes will have purpose.
well, that is, as long as some arrogant, grieving bastard doesn't stuff them into a sealed container.
(and don't even get me started on coffins.)
note to self:
1.cure cancer.
2.tell no one.
what it is people are meant to do. and why it is that modern society is such a perverse mockery of just that: purpose.
the sheer over abundance of humans and our misconceptions of progress have almost completely negated purpose.
each and every person should have something useful to offer. be able to make something useful to earn his or her way in life, to contribute to the prosperity of society, not the profit.
and that's what it all comes down to. profit.
i am utterly disgusted with the society for which i belong. and as such i am thoroughly disgusted with my existence and it's uselessness.
this whole "modern world" of ours, from the perspective of history from past to present, is a disgrace. it claims to some sort of dignity or propriety yet it acts like a kid who found his dads gun.
the fire of our selfishness has burned as bright as a star for this past century.
but now, as it's glory fades, our eyes start to see that we have reached the end of the forest.
and our demise is just beyond those trees.
fuk my kind. burn us all into the ground. at least our ashes will have purpose.
well, that is, as long as some arrogant, grieving bastard doesn't stuff them into a sealed container.
(and don't even get me started on coffins.)
note to self:
1.cure cancer.
2.tell no one.