To See Human Beings Liberated From Their Alienation...
Fyodor Dostoevsky once wrote that if you want to torture someone, really destroy them psychologically, make them dig a hole only to have them fill it back in again. Over and over, day after day. Dig a hole, fill it in. Dig a hole, fill it in. An endless menial task with no point. One which it is impossible to impart meaning to, or find joy in. Thus is modern life. An exchange of the limitless potential of the individual for... what? Nothing is a fair replacement, nothing quite so valuable as what a person could be were they not given blinders from birth and pointed the wrong direction. The trade is so lopsided that all must blunt their emotions as they grow in order to follow through. So pitiful is the return on the most valuable resource that millions must die in poverty for a few to have too much. Of course, it's not a trade as much as a robbery. In a better world love would unite us all. We would be lifted up by a society that embraces all as its children. We are 12 long parsecs...