'Tis the sickness of Western civilization. Nothing is ever enough. There always has to be more. The sickness makes us unstoppable because we cannot stop. We always win because we cannot stop, but we can never win because it's never enough.
We have to keep building in order to keep winning. We have to have more because we have nothing. Everything was taken before we knew what it was. How could we know what was being taken? How could we know that our animal bodies, mute and humble, were our greatest treasures? How could we know that we would learn the fear of death along with our name? How could we know that every word would be a wall between us and our animal bodies? How could we know that it was all a trap? How could we know we could get so lost?
But there is always the daylight and the night, and what we lost is right there before us, waiting for our return.