If you want to make an impact you have to think in so many dimensions, because it's never so simple as simply, "How do we fix this probelm", it is FAR more complex than that.

How do you even raise the issue in the first place?

How do you properly lay blame?

How do you convince the parties that the solution must be achieved?

What if those parties don't see the "problem" as a problem? What if trying to come up with answers to "problems" in itself is seen as problematic?

We're in this really hazy phase of humanity where we all have nough food, we all have enough shelter. And the people at the top of the pyramid all tend to be cruisin' and enjoying themselves. Worrying about shit, executing at a high level, having a focus for systems and pipelines, that's all old hat at this point. It's not exciting to give a damn about important things. There's no emotional rush for most involved.

The gamesman ship  is where it's at. The brushing of elbows, the forging of alliances, the brown nosings and the shmoozings. The drama. You gotta be a talker, you gotta be a shmoozer, you gotta play the game.

400 years ago on the wild plains, you'd seek out the toughest, most headstrong, self sufficient people you could find. Great value and respect would be given to those who could suffer through arduous difficulties and solve complex problems. Trial and error, expirimentation, curiousity, mastery, character building, grit, charitability. These things weren't just admirable, they were necessary to our survival as a people. We treasured these elements, we were so grateful for the skills and competency in ourselves and otherse. 

With each finished project, with each invention, our lives became a little less painful. The body bags we filled grew less and less, and those terrible winters became more and more tolerable.

We're so fucking coddeled these days. We are so fucking resentfully ungrateful.

No one seeks the great qualities in others unless it's for our own amusement, unless it validates our own feelings for ourselves. All anyone does anyone is cut one another down. Consume mindless bullshit as our apsirations crater and standards fall into the fucking ground.

Everyone can see it, everyone knows we've fucked up. No one has the slightest bit of accountability to stand up and say, "Hey, we let this generation down, we have to admit we made mistakes and start working to build our back our comunal spirit."

We pissed away our history. We pissed away our pride. We pissed away our future and our wholesomeness, and all the promises of a great tomorrow for that paltry short term novelty of safety from the growing snark.

And now year on year, it festers, and we invest into it more and more, and that voice in our head screaming, "HEY FUCK HEAD, SOMETHING IS WRONG, WE'RE NOT ON THE PATH TO PROSPERITY ANY MORE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

But no one does anything.

Because you look around, and everyone else is doing their absolute darndest not to let on they hear that voice, because everyone else seems to be acting fine. Everyone else is going about their day. No one else seems to smell that blackened cinder, or feel the heat radiating from the walls. The building isn't on fire, just act natural. Payday is in just 2 weeks as ever. Smile and nod! Everyone else is smiling, everything must be just peachy!

Dorthy traveled from a modest farm with her dog to a fantastical new world full of flying monkeys and emerald castles and talking lions...

But kids today have all that and more right on their phones, right on their video games. They are plugged directly into this grand illusion from the very start. We no longer understand the natural world. We no longer understand that the food in our fridge, the words in our books, were written by people. That we are connected to this world, that our actions have consequence. That that illusion beamed from the screan into our virgin minds IS NOT REAL.

The Wizard of Oz is dead.

And we're trapped in a Nightmare On Elm Street revision of the timeless classic. A neverending slumber where we are stalked by raving mad lunatics who not knowing the bounds of reality twist and warp it into whatever deranged shapes fit their fancy.

Money doesn't grow on trees, but virtue does. And in this mad reality, virtue is the greatest currency of all.

And we grow up in these mad chambers where chaos rings through the halls and these crashing noises of nothing are the only thing we know, these narrowing windows of content fit into slimming spans of attention. And we lay in our comfortable couches and we drink in this preprepared slop, and the goofy content creators jock and jear and laugh and smile, and they crack pointless jokes about the outragese of the day.

And year after year that rugged, hard life we left behind so many generations ago becomes reprinted and reprinted in these increasingly digital mediums. And we become further and further removed from the wonderous smell of freshly tilled earth. From the cooling sensation of beads of sweat running down our noses. And we sure as shit don't know know that satisfying feeling of coming in from a long day of back breaking work, to the welcoming shade and quiet of a hard day done, heartened knowing the operation is order, there are supplies for the long winter, there is shelter from the oncoming storms.

Petulant, whiney, short sided nothings.

We don't get to choose the world we're born into. For the longest time I was grateful to be born in the current era, where prosperity was plenty and suffering was minimal. But the older I get the more that proverb rings in the ear 

"May you live in interesting times"

I don't know what the futur holds. No one does. The Wizards of Oz are long gone, those who built these illusions from the ground up, those who knew that all these systems and man made structures are nothing but lofty concepts. A great wisdom has been lost. Kids these days think money has value. They think mantles and accolades and pats on the back are some sort of life sustaining energy we all need to survive. That offending others is a fate worse than death, and that the great central power of unified writ of all that is true is all. That nothing new can be discovered, no new revelations can be made, while those who have replaced the great wizard steal behind the curtain to perform their nefarious deeds.

And as the tornado spins through, the house tumbles round, the wicked witch curls in righteous offense and Toto, the Lion and the scarecrow too are cast to the nethers, we point, bicker and rage over the piles of nothing that now polute our petty little world of illusion.

We did not suffer to build this world, nor did we endeavor to improve it. And we lack the dog day scarrings to give us a proper appreciation for what we have. 

This Grand Mouse Utopia.

Isn't it so weird what makes it and what fades into the nothing? Does it ever drive you mad? You might here some killer song, see a great TV show, or see some low key Content Create put out a fantastic piece of content.

And it just fades into the ether.

And yet there is this neverending stream of human blockage that populates all our imaginations across all the neverending conduits of modern media. A grand, wonderous machine the likes of which has never existed before calibrated to pipe the absolute most watered down spirits into our minds you could imagine.

This is a special kind of comfortable hell we are living through.