I think the hierarchy is maintained by levels of suffering. Don’t let them see you sweat. Remember to smile. As long as somebody is suffering underneath your level, and now it might not be hierarchical…but with the whole bottom that we belong to, the herd at the bottom, moving around network of just passing around 20 bucks living off of ancient infrastructure on a burning planet as the psychic vampires suck us dry. As everything, even the nutrition in our food is hollowed out. (I just can’t get no satisfaction. All Work No Play makes a dull, boy.) Where everything is designed to be a drug. Where the machines are designed to destroy themselves. An inverted evolution where the dumbest, most anti-social make their way to the top like the scum on a pond. Everybody is just happy little beast of burden whistling Dixie. It’s a small world after all, and you have to remember, work will set you free. You try to shake them and say, this is like the allegory of the cave, “this is the allegory of the cave” but they don’t like your perception. Even though it’s closer to reality, and then they start to hate you. If you have any little bit of happiness, they want to destroy you for awakening up their minds. The intelligent in the United States pulls the cart of stupidity while the idiot sits on the cart Sipping tea. People here are just in a dream state. I like countries where they’re rude to you at restaurants. Where they say, no, we can’t do that to your food. That’s not how we do it here. You can go elsewhere. The customer was always right, was always a way to beat the working class. Like the bully that gets you to punch your own face. It is just a system of abuse and self-awareness is a double-edged sword.