Fatigue of Ages

I thought the world is vast, it's actually isn't. It was disappointing at first but then you gotta live with that. The most fun part of it arrives when you realise that madness isn't madness. It's not a good feeling realising that madness isn't madness. You know what the most important thing in the word is? It's memory. Nothing beats memory. Intelligence is a dozen a dime. What is important is memory. That's how the world is run, by allotment of memory. The lucky get allotted a whole bunch of it while the unlucky get taken away from them even what is rightfully theirs. There is a quote that goes like, "great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people." I'll give you a safety tip, think about ideas, think about things but never think about people and events except when your survival is concerned. It's been disappointing for me realising the setup of the world, more specifically this country and even more specifically the region I'm supposed to belong to. I say I'm supposed to belong to because basically consider myself homeless. Truth is that everyone is, it's just me who has realised that. Everyone is homeless, except the ones who own this land and its people. People are literally owned, of course not by their own volition, and they do not know that, but they are owned. It would be fun to witness what happens once people realise that they are owned. The story goes like this, people are owned and they are farmed and then slaughtered in a never ending cycle. There are levels to this shit. Individuals above a level farm and slaughter people who below a level, and they also use them as a means of entertainment. The drama is quite simple, there is no complexity in it at all. The time has arrived in this country when interaction between people has been made to be of a purely economic nature. People communicate with each other through money and power, and consideration of dignity of people is not even a thing anymore. It's just egos of people communicating with each other. I have a history of learning things the hard way. I learnt the truth the hard way, but I'm glad that I did because people who learn things the easy way miss out on details. I however am totally educated and aware of the details. You see the truth for long and you realise that everything is a lie. Everything we watch, read, hear is a lie. And here one has to focus on that one thing that they love to do and try to do it. I say try to do it, because everyone is not able to do things they love. I have realised that things are especially special for me because of the region I belong to. It was always in the background, functioning, God knows why as an inertia within me. The region is nothing short of demonic, but I pity them because they are so pathetic. There is no need to go into details but I would say that the humiliation has been all mine, as it should be for a responsible man. It's been fun seeing the Stanford Prison Experiment fuelled by incompetence in my region and in the country. A lot of things which are needless are going on, but then intelligence has never been the strong suit of this country, and it is not really required once power has been established permanently.