In time, perhaps its difficult to narrow down the desires of the soul by which small impulsive incremental actions were lifted. The status quo cultivated this illusion of grandiose materialism and deceive people on the grounds of something for nothing and extreme toil for possessions and life simultaneously. 

They speak about little sleep and slumber befitting hunger and misery but acclaims gluttony and inexplicable spoilage of mana. Does toil equate to freedom from deprivation?  Do ruins help germinate the seeds of revolution and progress? 

Even if a soul pours out all the imagination conceivable to man, to behold the relics of fortune, it seems like the force of nature will hinder its conception and will favor the early expeditioner who had embarked first and has amassed insurmountable fortune for ego and fame. 

The impetus of burning desire in most cases would be diverted into the singing of poor man’s grave anthem and never the aida triumphal march. These fiascos lead the mind to contemplate whether to stem the tide and resist or live with the ecosystem of remora and leviathans. 

On other note, it feels like a leper in an old civilization to culture unpopular opinions in this evolving age of curation.