Another day in the life of a less than loathsome observer of the material world ventures onot a template to create a thought line. Recently my employment and relationship structure took a shift from the consistent to the sporadic, the ramifications are rippling through my lifeline like a palm reading in a butcher shop. Expressions of true compassion and concern that leak through major media or spiritual outlets seem to be clouded with a sense that things have always been a particular way, thereby they cannot be altered by any act of man on any level. This sort of apathy makes me think the impetus and the crux of the major flow of the days of our lives, leads back to a willingness to appreciate a little to much our comfort, although on the surface many people push themselves to the breaking point for those around them to no avail.

The listless nature and the hustle of the people with unlimited amounts of obligations go swept under the doormat of every day life. The fact humanity has become so compartmentalized leads me to wonder how much our specialization and the cumulation of knowledge in the pursuit of achievement, status and elevation of credentials doesn't lead our capabilities away from what could be accomplished through an honest lack of pretensiousness and conceit. The major flow of self gratification in the vocalized expression, then the reliance on the escape mechanism for the artist outlets that become small pockets of culture selling wares in an informal strip mall perspective on the outskirts of the very fringes of society that could use revitilization and actualization of promises from people who tend to spend spare time somehow accumulating more methods of generating large personal wealth.

An interesting idea came into my whirlwind of thoughts yesterday, it had to do with the fact our private insurance industry here in this country is no more than a casino for those in large buildings with some statue of a mascot for outrageous fortune. People inhabit jobs, where on a daily basis they act as dealers of fate to a populace who needs care, in this very country. The process is so complicated by the definition of poverty line, the explanation of the cirumstances of an injury or disease, that here in our own country, the most "powerful", people are forced to the sidelines to suffer, while a small gathering of those with pull, attempt to navigate through a spider web of tremendous complexity to get to a point where they can answer the simplest questions an provide the most simple assistance.

The medical industry has become so concern with curing and finding ways to save the rarest and most exotic things, neglecting the ways in which we might actually provide the basic needs for individuals who are providing the same entry level to middle management services that keeps this dense ball of capitalism moving around the shell of a democracy in the distance some fantastic new creation of positive energy stiffles my doubt, that the perspectives of those involved in our Olympic style mess of a society will come to grips with the harm that competition of all sorts makes some rise to the occasion, while it presses others away from the idea that we are actually trying to create an environment where equality transcends surface perception and the adventure that the division between reaching out to each other and separating ourselves into segments of labor, that produce results that continue to allow countless innocents to remain in jeopardy.

Time limits any further elaboration although the fight over the credit for ideas in a structure of disillusioned grandure, pushes artistic expression into the background, and hardlined bipolarity of mind, body and soul to exist and cause astronomical gapes between where we are, and where humility and aggressive passivity could take us.