In the eyes of the master, are we all equal? Do the ones who dare to risk their body and mind attain a final position that is equivilent to the cautious. If we are all equal, then why risk at all? Why should we strive to surpase the accomplishments of our ancestors? Our accomplishments in our pursuit for an easier life has led to self-enslavement. Now I must work to pay for trappings that the world implies I can call my own. Maybe, if I'm fortunate, I will be able to save my earnings and take time for contemplation when I am among the elderly. No...the masses wont allow it. I must be in production, or it will take from me what it said was mine. Living off of machines, on the line of death, being constricted until every last resource is squeezed from my drained, empty, sac of a body.

I will not tolerate this outcome. I will strike down the nefarious calamity that chains us all to the ground. Do not let this world change into a super-machine. This reality is not so serious. For all we know, we are a molecule in a drop of water about to hit the ground. Be free...that's all that matters.

-sry, i had to get that out...my friends wouldnt understand.

-Adrian