Most people here in Singapore currently have taken the path of a long quiet death.
A death that occurs way before they actually close their eyes. This is the westing of the human spirit that has been subjugated by the draconian system for centuries.
An artificial silence strategically rehearsed by the CCP.
Hundred and hundreds of years, of carefully constructed wars and inflated depressions that exhausted unnecessary energies for maintenance primarily (And they have the insanity to call it advancing?) while raping the planet with a Starbucks beverage in your hand, and vegan awareness car decal.
To most of them, 钱 is the most vital factor in life. Yet, I have seen the emptiness of excess destroy more relationships, in comparison to the the minimalism of simplicity.
They have been severely programmed into believing that there is a partition between man and the cosmos. Can you imagine the infelicity they are must be in?
The human body remains a shell if you do not cultivate the animator.