You re like the wind. After you re gone, other people will come. It s too late to make it better. Everyone s fed up, can t believe in nothing no more. People have no pride.
People only care about one thing and that s money.
We re gonna destroy ourselves, nothing we can do about it. We ve become like a cornered animal, fighting for survival. There is a haunting candor behind this man s admission. If he were given unbridled freedom with no monetary constraints, meaninglessness would vanish. We may not word it in such a way but quietly assume that it is so.