Individuals are fantastic. We love individuals, all of them special and unique like snowflakes (non-interracial-prison-sex snowflakes)...
The only problem is that snowflakes by themselves simply melt away into the night; whereas in their masses they can be seen to cripple entire cities, form dubious shaped "men" with carrot noses and piss off drunk homeless people trying to find a warm place to sleep. Being an individual snowflake means that you have a fantastic view of the world around you, but ultimately will lead to your own demise. Sometimes you need the padding and comfort of others to surround you, comfort you and, in most cases, take a shit kicking or two aimed in your direction...
Growing up we are taught to be ourselves, taught that there is a specific and amazing destiny that awaits each an every one of us. We are taught to think for ourselves.... in possessive and obsessive terms... me me me. As we grow, so does the obsession, until as fully fledged adults we are almost completely besotted with ourselves and how unique and special we are. Who could possibly share their food with a princess, or a lord... or (God forbid) a knight? Because everyone wants to be the bloody knight in bloody shining bloody armour (a bloody contradiction in bloody terms, I know...) No one can know the pain of a tortured soul following in the footsteps of every individual that has ever made a difference, oh my over-coifed jerry curl, can't we all just get along?
The sooner that everyone realises that dreams are exactly that, dreams, designed to be lived out whilst we are asleep and (more importantly) are not real. Goals are what we need, not dreams. Ultimately, the world requires the realisation that we are each cogs (unique cogs... not bloodied) in the timepiece that is our existence on this dirt patch and the more that we fight the need for collectivise action the more time we waste. The more life we waste in the pursuit of our vanity. Until, like the last biscuit on the plate, we crumble and fade into oblivion..... a special unique oblivion, designed with each of us in mind, not shared with anyone else.... the first class of oblivions if you will.... comes in different colours.... requires an upgrade every year.... will cost you a pancreas..... a special and unique bloody pancreas ....an iOblivion.
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