befuddled by commodity

The laws of commodity hold a certain befuddlement. Imagine a world where the new and magical is introduced to the elite until it can be cheaply replicated, at which it's released to the 'masses;' well really the middle class and then maybe onto the poor. Then realize this is our world.

In a world where we sift online through profiles and pictures of people to date, looking for that perfect one as though people themselves are a commodity, but the perfect ones have all been snatched up by the elite. Or a world where you may be interviewing for a job with over 150 others equally as qualified; you are definitely a commodity.

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What is the reduced quality of this lifestyle where value is momentary and life convenience. Where is meaning within this consumption or rather is our meaning in the eye of the creator where we are the consumer. There lived a time where we evolved to distribute written material to the masses so we all had materials available to learn to read. Where those who stood for something wanted humanity to learn and further inventions were prompted to grow the economy and the world; albeit often with unexpected consequence to the existing craftsmen.

This sounds preachy, and maybe it is. But how do we as the '99%' enlist the hearts of the powers that be and bring them to a level of understanding of normal existence and poverty so they want to enrich our lives instead of enriching a handful of pocket books. Especially when perspective is based on the reality of ones experience and of those they know, often within ones own caste.

And truly with this mass growth, where bars and buses are of a few things unchanging, when do we reach that point where we scarcely need to move to be thought for? Like scenes from Back to the Future, with rehydrating food, hover boards and screens we talk to (wait, we have that one.) Or Idiocracy where we live next to mountains of garbage and have no clue how to grow crops and have lounge chairs with built in toilets as to be able to take a shit from a seat in front of the idiot box.

Blah. Basics. Stripped from our hearts there's no space for reflection, it's filled with LED, LCD and HD. It's not sad in a certain way because it's natural to evolve, but who will step in and protect the sacred smarts that live in all of us before it's too late?