Something is missing from the human condition. Look around you. See how the people scurry to and fro. Can you sense their urgency? Can you feel their yearning?

Every day people strive to find something, that something that will make their lives fulfilled, sane, or tolerable. Some turn to drugs to kick up the reality a notch. Some hide in the lucre tainted interactions of the local nudie bar. Others just amass wealth as if it would answer every need. For others religion is the way.

Something is missing from the human condition. Look at all we have, our luxury condos, SUV ’s, designer clothes, and prepackaged meals. For what do we lack? How do we truly suffer compared to generations and generations past.

And yet still there is this ennui, a pervasive suffering of the soul. So many bemoan their existence. Anguish is our new common denominator, beyond nationality, race, or creed. We suffer; we lack.

Something is missing from the human condition. I found it. And it’s going to kill me.