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People claim to be different. Yet they always strive for the same things. A big house, big black SUV, a wife with big breasts or husband with big wallet. A big wardrobe. A big flat screen. No matter the goals it's always something big. This obsession with big is truly poisonous. It depletes resources. It devastates the soul, leaving desolated bodies to wallow in cadaverous things they surround themselves with. They don't try to ameliorate anything already in posession, no, instead only devour more and more like a locust swarm - the bigger the better.