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Sunday, March 12, 2006
Not comfortable


"Perfection, might not be perfect." thus proposed Houfu.

I had raised the example of the Rollei camera company, which made cameras of such quality that people could buy one, and it would last till this day. Now, the Rollei company is very healthy financially. This is a fate many companies of yester-year share, though Rollei is one of the few fortunate ones to still be in operation.

Interestingly, what lead to the demise of such company is not their inadequacy, but rather their superior quality. Afterall, a Rollei camera would last you a lifetime.

It's differenet today. Companies have to constantly sell their products to survive. Or so that is dictated by the laws of "progress".

To constantly improve and better things, but what if people started making things that were not meant to last?

A deliberate attempt to ensure that a constant demand of their goods would be upheld.

Could it be possible that modern economics is forcing a status quo to ensure that the cycle of money is maintained?

I was mulling why humans had lost so much of the optimism we once had. I can fondly recall a age where hope filled the human minds. The hope of advanced space travel. The desire to save the environment.The hope of magnificent scientific breakthroughs. The passion for the advancement of human progress has been sorely missed.

Is it a coincidence that such endeavours are the least economically viable ones?

Paranoia? It's not very pleseant is the world decides to remain this way. People leading their own seperate lives, and the cold spread wide. The distance between men shall pull ever further with the advent of substitues for physical interaction. Individuals withdrawn into their personal dream. An endles dream, the endless fantasy. Everything shall be perfect there, and the only ones who are wrong is the rest of the world.

Cold, barren place, thus one shall find. it's only perogative, is the extension of its temporal existence. Slowly, gradually consuming all, and assimilating all just to ensure it never ends.

So, will the endless woes of the people, people who kay claim to it all, they line their pockets to find gratification, only to realize that the cold paper brings no warmth. Just like a drug that loses it's rush, the more they get, the more they crave, but the craving never ceases.


Gavin pondered @ 21:10


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