Following the routine to obtain the responsibilities of life. Not daring to break the pattern because it might be our life that is at stake or our happiness. I think insects have more compassion when something breaks the pattern than the human race. Staring at the bright box for no reason is like killing for art?
Is it patience that is the key to a better feeling or the daring and compulsive hint that will make it go away. Is there rational conclusions or just irrational complexities that determine the daily system. Its the fact that we know, which creates the fear that controlls, that makes the system... indefinitely corrupt....