The price of comfort.

I wonder if the majority of people realize how much their life condition and the globes condition has been paid, for the comfort they greedily cultivate with an blind and forciteless stubbornness? That they (and I) , have ultimately gained nothing in our struggle for comfort and predictably. 

The result and cost is to violate natural emotional expression and insanity becomes the new rule; the every day, for is to force ones self to just cope until we realize, if so blessed, what the transaction really has been. Like an internal combustion engine. Like a stone wheel with pits developing. We reject the truth that deliberate violation of natural rules of expression is to allow (to accept) the viruses work in damaging to our mind; killing what it could be, violating what it had become, what it once was. 

Wild animals, have a emotional expression vastly superior and appropriate to the slugde of the city people. 

Why does it surprise us that when we castrate ourselves of the wild, our wild, that the viruse easily takes over?