Nobody really knows where they're going. They're just out to get there as soon as fucking possible. Like a dear in the headlights, we're doe eyed, seeking an explanation for every bright light that comes our way.
This is no longer our world. We've built machines & created God, so that it too will build, and create us.
We're seeking purpose.
Some sort of sacred paradise.  The only thing we've left to search for, is exactly what we've been  trying so despiratly to run from & break free of, all along.
You people think all you want is a house on the hills, two-car garage, & money in the bank as you longed for sacred life of security.
That not what you want, nor what you'll find.
You'll see that all those leisure, all that luxury, all that security, can be stripped from you, quicker than it was obtained. Real security is hitting rock bottom, and knowing that the only way you can go from there is up.  Knowing that where you are is as secure that you'll ever be.
Because you can not strip a naked man.

Reaching for death in masquerade. Reality stripshow.
Dreaming in Eternity. -- T.V Death!