Yeah, it's all nuckingfutz.
We built this "machine" but completely lost sight of the fact that in order for the machine to survive, we have to keep feeding it... and we are feeding it with ourselves. And so, instead of the humans controlling the machines and benefiting from the automation, the machines control the humans in suble ways that turn us into mindless consuming automatons.
I stopped answering to phone to any number I don't recognize as a friend around 1997, shortly after declaring bankruptcy. Pretty much the only reason the phone would ring would be because it was a debt collector. It's been over 20 years, all statutes of limitation have expired, the bankruptcy discharged... and I still get occasional "zombie debt" collectors calling, trying to collect on some account their company paid two cents on the dollar for.
Ain't got time for that...
Parallel Universe..... 1998 was this business rookies appearance at the Federal Building in scenic downtown Jacksonville FLA.
Humbling, embarrassing, & a hard lesson in life.
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