In Silence when the corporations march over us

I need more orders in my corporation. It is so well run I never see His words written, or spoken. Sometimes I make daily requests. But the response is always Silence. Sometimes I am in Silence. Then we are together. The only thing to recall then is that we are together even in times when I suffer. Fot that glimpse I am greatful.

This is my effort to have different views at what the worls is made of at one point commercialisation of innovation, at another a sweatshop. At one point it magnetises the clever at another it makes people so stressed they start to repeat without reflection as to effects and flow of what they do. Subsequently they begin to feel that they enjoy this and lose their powers of functional cognition.