Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, or simply a time removed from the now we know, the humans began to be ruled by the being known as “It”.
“It” had all of the answers.
“It” determined how to live.
“It” held the power as to whether to grant or deny fevered prayers.
The people woke and worked and slept.
They managed to love, smile, cry, hug and laugh in times in between.
They didn’t notice slowly the less time spent beneath the Sun or the less time there was when they were exposed to the Sun.
They did not notice when time sped up despite what the clocks illuminated for them.
“It” on the other hand, watched everything with great mirth. “It” sat back, hands folded on a large belly and peered beneath its folds, looking down at the “people”.
“The people have begun to ask too many questions,” said “It”.
“Give them ‘jobs'”.
“Give them ‘aspiration'”.
“Give them ‘hope'”.
Now that didn’t seem so bad, giving the people jobs, aspiration and hope. No, not so bad at all. The people went along with it, waking up and sinking into the parameters of their days without a thought. Well, maybe one or two, but the rest of the words kept them so busy, they had to abandon their thoughts.
“It” chuckled, knowing it had just begun.