the laborer in the pit

This is the way the world really works you see.  There are people, like myself, who are secreted away in private towers. We perform the day to day, mundane, duties that are quite necessary to facilitate those with power to continue the forward march of mankind.  Our opinion does not matter, in the scheme of society, we must simply continue as drones performing the simple tasks that take up too much time for those with power to be bothered with.

Others do the dirty work of assembling the machinery that propels society forward.  Them arguing and struggling, in constant battle with each other to achieve the building of the needed components.  They are noisy as a whole, but less so individually, the common laborer who assembles in the filthy pit of the line workers. There they sweat and toil, and yes, argue endlessly about things that do not matter to those in power. 

Some hoot as a bird would, they preen and strut like fools; alas their mother did not take them to breast; their grandmother laughed and clapped in amusement, encouraging the preening and hooting, subjecting the world to these foolish shenanigans... Hear the one who laughs like a braying jackass, as he struts and brags to those around him, while they look upon him with scorn, he the fool who is not amusing as the jester would be who would perform tricks and recite humorous tales.

And in the private areas, outside the workplace, they piss and moan that they are mere laborers in the pit of filth; they would to be in power, yet they are left to watch the fool preen and strut, and forced to continue as they owe the sharemaster more than can be repaid in a lifetime, for food, transport, entertainment, shelter, life.

Thus in the pit of heat and with the stench of sweat did the human throng struggle with the labor of the day.  And they called out to the one who hooted, saying to him, "Shut up. Are you feeble-minded? Do not bray like a jackass, you embarrass every one of us. Shut up."  And he did not listen to them, and he remained, slaving the pit, until the blood did flow from his hands, for no one would help the jackass who called the undue attention of the overseers with his foolish braying and hooting.  The entire crew of that station did suffer for having to hear and be near to that fool.  And not one of them rose to more comfortable position within the labor field, because each of them was associated back to the fool.  And they hated the fool, but were helpless to silence him or escape from him.

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