A Sense of Senselessness, But Only a Sense

In a very short period of time, one can lose more than one has ever imagined losing. It can come hard and go quite easily, leaving one with the feeling of having let it all slip through the fingers. Investing one's life - time, energy and resources - in building up that grand facade, that attractive amalgamation of what so many would call the the fruits of labor, would seem folly to the simple man, if only he were that simple.

To say his simplicity lies in a desire for nothing more than simple things, is a very simplistic way of looking at him as he languishes in exile. What he desires is generally not known to you because he doesn't have a voice to inform you of it; give him a voice and his declaration of what it is he truly wishes for will thunder across the chasm that separates you. Lay down a bridge across that divide and soon he will be at your doorstep, not in the most agreeable of moods.

It's not that you were wrong to want so much, to create a virtual world of endless comforts and amusements; surely, it's not that you walked across fields of bones to get to the gates of that great city.

So, how did it come to this?...