I notice every day that people hate the rich, but continue to buy the most unnecessary trivialities from the biggest corporations, forever feeding the beast that they so despise. Humans are domesticated animals, I hate them, and consider myself different from them, though I know I am not.
When I interact with humans, I remember that some are good people, or at least they appear so on the outside. As a recluse, however, I seldom visit the outer world, and so I spend more time thinking objectively as an outside observer rather than an internal component of the bigger mechanism.
I think that in the grand scheme of how pathetically insignificant our lives truly are, it is absurd that I find myself and so many other people acquiescing the life laid out before us. It is also absurd that we choose to fight and destroy each other rather than work together to escape this planet and explore the cosmos before the sun swallows us whole. Hate begets hate, blah blah blah, the same old shit. There is a better existence for us, but I cannot realise it at the present time.