There he is, the mid-twen, contemplating the meaning of life. Take care of your career, or go farming the fields? Why not do both? Why live at all?
You're not asking yourself these questions?
And then some more.
It seems MediaStorm is an invaluable resource of doubt. Doubt every breath you dare to take, every word you write. Doubt them as being privileges you haven't done jack for.
"What are you complaining about? That's the best system we have, and don't tell me it's not working fine!" Being equally ignorant as the feudal ruling class, people fail to see what's happening outside their parks, castles and palaces.
Only the dimensions have shifted. It's a global village now, The West being an enormous castle of nescience, feeding on everybody else.