Alot of people made some money.
Some people made alot of money.
As always, most did their best with what they had.
Everybody served the system well.
We ‘progressed’ and we ‘developed’, but are we really prospering?
As the tidal wave we all rode for that small moment in time comes crashing to shore, most will struggle to find meaning in the material they possess.
In the end, we’re just like everybody else.
And what is everybody else doing?
Read the headlines.
Gaia is struggling. Life is on the brink. And humanity is in pain.
The system, it seems, has failed us all.
And so the real work must begin.
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