In this world, there is frequently little that is original. Even our sophisticated gadgets are only rearrangements of tech and systems what were previously thought of.
The majority of thoughts in our head are ones that were gifted to us, given to us, or explicitly laid out for us. Occasionally we arrange them in novel ways, but this is rare. We stand on the shoulders of those who came before us to see what we can see. All all our basic services are things others derived and figured out as well. The toilet to evacuate our waste, the piping to bring cold water to quench our thirst, the foods harvested for our table, the carpentry for our roofs, the mechanics and technology for our modern systems.
Yet somehow we are blinded with our own importance, our individualism, as if we could go it alone and our own thoughts are the most integral. We've only arrived at our privileged places through collective actions, yet our discourse is full of immaturity, complaints, and discontent. Our local points of view so exalted and urgent that we even threaten war on those who diverge from or contest our own subjective smattering of thoughts and views.
We stand here as children, barely able to walk and to think. Time to appreciate everything everyone else already thought of, not for our own betterment, but the betterment of all.
