Oil for the Machine!

You shove your money into the machine, and, there you go. Out of it pops whatever you wished for, if you can afford it, of course.
We’ve come so far in our own evolution as a species that we no longer look back at our past. We don’t even try to think back to whence our up rise became a fatal plunge into the dark depths of a strange abyss. And the fall has started long ago, which, judging by the circumstances makes for a pretty big abyss that we’ve got ourselves into.
What happened to our own humanity in all this? And if it is still around, where is it in these pieces of paper that we juggle around like if they were the true meaning of our lives?

Is the tree were it comes from worth less than our desire to measure everything we have?
It always seems to come down to “how much”, nowadays.
That truly seems to be the question in everyone’s tongue.

“How much for this?”
“How much do you have?”
Thinking about it, I guess the thing that we really know how to do is estimating values. We know exactly the “fair” price of everything. Even if we don’t really need it.

But the paper keeps feeding the machine. It keeps going in, and things coming out. Here we all are, playing someone else’s game. A game in which we apparently only have to keep looking happy, for the Big Brother somewhere. Keep smiling, and nodding. And strictly saying ‘Yes’ to some very short amount of questions, and a big ‘NO’ to most of all the others.

Got to keep playing that game. Maybe you’ll win. Something.

And here I am…and I can’t help but think what would all this be like if we’d never started playing in the first place. I don’t even like this game, do you?

But the machine is hungry again. Got to keep playing, then.

To: Dora Amor (thank you)