“… Advertisements have them chasing cars and clothes, working jobs they hate so they can buy shit they don’t need. We are the middle children of history, with no purpose or place. We have no great war, or great depression. The great war is a spiritual war. The great depression is our lives. We were raised by television to believe that we’d be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars–but we won’t. And we’re learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed-off.”
Everything is a commodity; a commodity is everything. This huge system of life is exchanged and graded on the basis of the product, and the logic of the usefulness of technology dominates. Sometimes you try hard to get out of the way somehow. But again you think of the existence of such a small crack or finding it as nonsense, giving up your life, hiding it, or humbling in perpetual anguish. But you do not complain about society or transfer responsibility to others. Without any reasons, you only contemplate and study about the door steadily and silently. Then, one day you will find a friendly manual about the small crack. Now, you put down what you were making crazy without consciousness for a while, and now you are quietly observing the world. In deep meditation, you find a small hole. Slowly you get out through the hole and keep walking forward through the small trail that extends in the future. You find a large tree with a great distance. You slowly sit under the tree and close your eyes, thinking of the nourishment that makes the tree so green. You have a dream. You have a dream that you never dreamed of in that the huge system, and you get the comfort of life and find hope in that dream. Someone tried very hard to find a morality there. A morally pure and innocent soul, ‘a beautiful soul.’ What can you dream under this tree that grows with an infinite imagination?