"....and my memory feeds my soul, with all the things you said...."

Just one more reference that is dear to me, that no one I know will get. Which in itself is a moot point because .... what's the fucking point? not originally how I was going to end that thought, but seriously? What *is* the fucking point? Why do human beings bother trying to see the next day? As far as I can tell, our sole reason for being, I say "our" as if I am accepted by or consider myself a part of this fucked society and on a grander scale, the human race.... regardless, as I was saying - from what I can tell most people exist to experience something new, then move on to the next thing. Is that the whole secret of being happy? To have a new thing, grow to be accustomed to that (read: bored) then move on to something else? Or is it all about selfish desires? Getting what you want, moving on to something else. If you get right down to it, that's what motivates everyone. Even the most selfless of actions - actions are all motivated by selfish desires. Feeding the homeless - "I want these homeless to be fed" - I want them to be warm, happy, etc - because it makes you feel good as a person to know you helped someone else - selfish desire. shrug. Who cares? does it ever really make any difference? any of it? other than making someone feel good about himself or herself. The delusion of importance. And it is a delusion. No one is really important as an individual. we exist to serve as a whole and that's the only reason - because of society. If we were solitary in nature, we would live out as hermits, by ourselves, not needing or wanting the companionship of other humans, and THEN we as individuals would mean something. As it is now, we don't. We serve only one purpose - to grease the cogs for the corporate machine. The way we exist now, we serve only to make rich people richer. Living in the illusion of freedom, as if we have free will, still. You have no free-anything. Your identity is not yours. Your will is not yours. Your belongings are not yours. You own nothing and stand for even less. You are who they tell you to be, you say what they want you to. I'm sick of this kind of reality.