'i Am Insecure' Means: I Can't Cope

The Planet Is Full And We Will Be Rubbing Shoulders Forever. There Is Nowhere Else To Go.

There Are Other Ways Of Finding Satisfaction, Recipes For Human Happiness, Enjoyment, Dignified And Meaningful, Gratifying Life, Than Increased Consumption That Increases Production.

Ideally, Nothing Should Be Embraced By A Consumer Firmly, Nothing Should Command A Commitment Till Death Do Us Part, No Needs Should Be Seen As Fully Satisfied, No Desires Considered Ultimate. There Ought To Be A Proviso 'until Further Notice' Attached To Any Oath Of Loyalty And Any Commitment. It Is But The Volatility, The In-built Temporality Of All Engagements That Truly Counts; It Counts More Than The Commitment Itself, Which Is Anyway Not Allowed To Outlast The Time Necessary For Consuming The Object Of Desire (or, Rather, The Time Sufficient For The Desirability Of That Object To Wane).

Being Condemned By Fate To Perpetual Togetherness, We Better Make That Shared Fate Into Our Shared, Consciously And Gladly Embraced, Destiny.

We Already Have - Thanks To Technology, Development, Skills, The Efficiency Of Our Work - Enough Resources To Satisfy All Human Needs. But We Don't Have Enough Resources, And We Are Unlikely Ever To Have, To Satisfy Human Greed.