It’s only when you become physically sick and mentally tired and you don’t want to do anything anymore that you realize that society at large takes the game you realize that you’ve been playing very seriously indeed. What you see as incurable hypocrisy and empty soul draining tasks are the lifeblood of the larger unit which requires that all ‘proles’ marshal their lives to the beat of the drum. When your feet become too arthritic and your ears overcome by tinnitus from a lifelong non-stop harangue of messaging then you as a unit are ready to be decommissioned. Like some old battleship moored in Suisun Bay in mothballs, you are shelved and ascribed to use ‘on-call’ only in an emergency. Or not at all. God help you if your investments have suffered and your house isn’t fully paid off because now its time to live amidst the ruin of your former occupation. Everything material around you reminds you of where it all stopped dead and became obsolete. Meaning of course, that you have become obsolete. The only Carnival that has not past your by floats upon some foreign offering the temporal comfort of drinks and food on every desk. You and your signifiant other are but artifacts from another time beneath the ill-conceived fashion that enhances the fact of your age. The fact that you no longer fit in to that abstract sense of an eternal forever that was sold to you all your life in every waking minute. At a certain point somewhere, some committee or executive shaves a point to save costs and your fixed income diminishes just enough to send you financially over the edge. And you are cashed out and sent to a corporate run reverse incubator where you are transformed into a vegetable primed to die in a measured amount of time based upon the slow withdrawal of food and stimulus and increasing dosages of mind numbing drugs.
This is what is promised to all in our current safe and secure ‘civil’ centrally managed society.