Whoever thought that randomness could play so cruel a joke on us intelligent creatures? We thought we had it all under control, with our own set of rules, twisting and twirling to suit every perverse detour. We lived through an age of decadence, arrogance and vulgarity, with our egos pumping in all the nitrous oxide we need. However like all good things, this too must end. And like all things obnoxious, this too must have a teeny weeny pin prick before it slips from the fingers and hovers into the air in unsteady gallantry, losing air, zooming higher and higher tracing an irregular trajectory before it descends to mortal land with nothing but nothingness.

 

Was this a golden age? Were we but Hedonists bathing in milk, honey and our custom-crafted ethics? Some call it consumerism, some materialism and some say it’s the spirit of human enterprise. Oh, how poetic!

 

 

What is it that I intend to convey, you ask? For you have no time to dwell upon silly convoluted fabrications. You want the gist.

 

Okay. Here’s the short of it.

 

You are the problem.