Something righteous can never live here. Everything must be sent through a scum filter and distorted in to something barely recognizable. The order of things is here, but it is never meant to be followed, only changed. There is a way things are "supposed to be" but we imperfect humans project our imperfect ideals in to it and we come up with something gross and putrid. I struggle to find some sort of consistency, some sort of order. I occasionally find it but most of the time its polluted with people trying to bend it so it fits in to their own idea of what the world should be like. The people with money, power, influence, birthright, etc.... They control everything, but it's us, people of experience and reality-based opinions who actually know what will make things better. But they distort, they control, they manipulate, and deceive. What is the point of fighting for something good then? The answer to this question may be less gratifying than you may want but it IS the correct answer: The fact that you have done something righteous. Who cares if it'll never carry you as far as you'd like to go?
I wish I could follow this ideal.......I can't.
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