We need to see a bag as a bag. And we need so badly to see a person as a person.
Since we engaged in mass production, we are coming down the hill. We should discuss what we feel when, exiting the mall, we find a homeless person lying next to the door. Is there a feeling? Do we feel sorry for that person? Culpability? Is there an emotion? What happens in our head when we see the homeless?
We live in a society that always wants to be flawless. A society that can never be fully satisfied. We always want to improve ourselves, do more self-optimization, become sportier, happier and more fulfilled. It goes always higher, further, faster. Better. As soon as we reach our goal, it goes straight on. Never enough. More success, more money, more happiness.
I am sure I have a sane mind. Why? For the amount of anxiety that on it lies. What better proof of consciousness than to feel trapped in a vertigo state commuting around the city? Watching all those beings on the train, trying forcibly to ignore each other, having dreams of wealth and health, just for them, never to anyone else. A new wave of narcissism swept our society like a tsunami that no one saw coming.