Our
guttural plea asserts that our primary necessities
Are
food, health, shelter or some combination of rudimentary survival
While
these may sustain respiration and fecal excretion cycles
They
are in fact dependent to man’s capability to find purpose
We
are a super-organism interdependent much like an ant in its hill
While
we may appear to be drifting in illogical pacing patterns
From
a distance we are invariably aware that there is disbursed-society
Of
humans on this planet and capable of processing the hierarchy
Of
similar and potentially higher-functioning beings on other planets
Assigned
by the systematic gravity of mass in universes stacked like filing cabinets
As
well as that of the lower-functioning animals of our private-rock
So
in we are subconsciously, if not consciously cognizant of this predicament
As
a precept to any thought that reverberates through our conscious choice
Therein
I would argue, that a man without a purpose is most dangerous to us all
For
a man without a purpose is unstable, fidgety, wanting, hungry
For
his place in a line to assemble a justification for his existence and
rationalize
Fueling
these other needs that elementary-school propagandists would have us digest
Trump
the very mission of our endeavors which is not to assimilate,
But
in fact to be of action inside our internal drives, to move the cogs as part of
the all
Some
by mind, some by hand, some by spirit, but in all there is purpose
For
when we as a collective fail to recognize this necessity our walls fissure and
our lakes poison
For
us to hand a man a plus-two we get a plus-eight up to a threshold,
If
we give zero we may end up with a minus-twelve, for we cannot hand man bread or
fish
We
must abide by the adage of teaching and
Facilitating
an avenue of purpose with shovels and nets
This
is most known, however neglected by ignoring the mathematics of macroeconomics
Floating
around us in a digital universe that all we must do is simply breathe,
Yet
we are so reluctant to recognize the thresholds of man which it takes for
A
daily nutrition, permanence in bedding, and an allotment for savings for times
of drought
The
failure to recognize this pattern brings most heinous destitution to the
collective
It
is as if we fed only a super-ant at which the gargantuan would but start feeding
On
the workers who had assembled his genealogy to subsist until the hill ticked to
extinction
This
is a fable of robots and Foxconn and drug-cartel public-safety budgets and
The
vicious psychology of the Wal-Mart principle of lowest-common-denominator
In
the absolute and which point the line of purpose-less men wraps interstate
after interstate
In
a parade-audience of trillions asking, wanting only to work, but made feckless
By
the immortality of the classic prisoner’s dilemma, and so we choose
And
only by internalizing our macro-level costs of the minus-twelve with the plus-zero
Will
we ever see why the plus-two is so advantageous to us all
Not
a plus-four or a plus-six, for that deflates man’s will to labor,
But
this margin of knowledge shall not be lost to time covered
By
the prophecies by those who claim miracles and fantastical deeds
Believed
by the masses without reason, for in this the ant grows as if his flesh
Will
somehow be shared amongst them, trickling-down if you will,
In
flaky-food, yet void of providing a purpose but to bow and worship
Such
allowance of nutrition, so in this we see the true value
Of
purpose to a man wielding his own as in shovel and net
So
wary! So wary we must be to take away such tools of dignity
For
without which man is known to self-destruct,
Ignite
himself like a Tunisian fruit salesman exhausted for his scale
Know
the precipice of man teetering
See
it in the air about your thoughts
For
it is apparent in this hilled kingdom, on our bitty rock that
Is as
they say not-too-big- to-fail
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