. . . .and the water is slowly coming to a boil.
I wish we were lobster. Then, at least, we could fight our damnedest against the encroaching night, instead of letting it slowly wash over us and deplete us of our humanity.
Mankind fought for millions of years to develop the sense of self, the individual. Now that he has it, he doesn't know what to do with it. And the luddites and pessimists and politicians and any cock-sucking, shit-eating, motherfucking jackass who has a smidgeon of additional power to wield over another can't think of anything constructive to do with it but rape the poor sucker's sense of self: tell him he isn't good enough, isn't smart enough, isn't free enough, isn't capable enough, isn't worth enough without this stuck-up, pocket hitler, tin-hat dictator making him better / freer / richer / more capable.
If you think you need X (insert: "education," "money," "health care," "safety," "security," "a loan," "a car," "the fire department," "40 acres and a mule," "a girlfriend," "crack," "the environment," etc.) to be free, i.e. to be an individual, autonomous, of worth, self-determining, then you're just as much a part of the problem as the tin-hat, small-dicked, crackpot, petty Hitler-wanna-be, imaginationless, hereditary aristocracies that you keep voting into power over you: you slave.
Yes, slavery really can be voluntary: for empirical confirmation, look in the mirror, sucker.