Contrast that with Halloween 1999. By late afternoon it was time for the parade. We talked for a few minutes about village politics and shook hands, after he invited me to the next board meeting. Night and day, folks. Government, business, it's the same thing.
Promises are only as valuable as the handshakes they're built upon.
If a person can't remember your face, you're not alive. When you're not alive, you're no more important than the shrubs outside, forever manicured to fit that person's image. Where an entity becomes so large it cannot consider individuals, only masses or consumers. At that point it becomes the haven of the bean counters, cowards and thieves that crave anonymity. Enter detachment, complexity.