SUBJECT: One of the maladies of the modern age
is that, even though collectively we have more
than we've ever dreamed possible,
we remain perpetually dissatisfied.
It's almost like we are wired never to be content.
And that seems to be the case.
I mean, it's been written that we
are insatiable wanting machines, designed to desire.
And so, in some ways, that has made us reach out
and transcend boundaries.
We didn't stay in the caves.
We haven't stayed on the planet.
We went to the moon.
We crisscrossed the skies.
We extend and we transcend.
But on the other hand, that exploratory itch,
that genetic pull that makes us tread forth, always
in search of the insatiable deliciousness of the new,
the wholly other, the
--of the unfamiliar also makes [NON-ENGLISH SPOKEN] day-to-day
life kind of banal.
Again, it's kind of sad.
Because the very same quality that
makes us these majestic creatures that
soar above the heavens and transcend their batteries
has made us perpetually dissatisfied neurotic beings,
living in urban centers, drowning in consumption
in an over-capitalist, bloated system that
can no longer satiate us.
Always wanting something else, until we're
overwhelmed and overweight and immobilized by how spoiled
And yet, we enjoy very little of it.
So what do we do?
How do we find a way to leverage,
and combine, and reconfigure the tension of this situation?
That we always want more has made us great,
but that we always want more almost
makes us kind of miserable.
And so, I don't know.
I haven't resolved that yet-- I haven't resolved that yet.