This very well written text is a brilliant essay. The subject is old, but the message has a distinct tone and a special way to come across. I'm sure if everyone will get the full scope of what it entails, but you did well in writing it the way you did.

When the collective purpose becomes nothing more than a consumerism stairway, alienated from truth and beauty and affection in its lustful delusion of satisfaction; when all that remains of humanity is this insatiable circle of meaningless accumulation; when people give up being people for the sake of fabricated senses of grandeur; then you know that something along the line has gone terribly wrong. How did we come to this?