Environmental Frustration

My hands can make spectacular shadow figures.  But, they're no more than silhouettes of a dog as they are a structure made up of cells used to unearth possibilities, ambitions, and keep the perpetuity of survival.  I hate the whole idea of walking into 90˚ angles for all of my life in order to function with society.  I mean, it's so tragic; spending an incredible chunk of existence under the enslavement of a higher entity (generally, the CEOs) in order to be happy and make it through the monthly rent.  It's like, imprisonment is actually a very expensive thing.  And the price for that; we abuse the things that make our existences possible, the resources that enrich our lives.  We cover the meadow fields with concrete, in order to pave a road, so that blowing the top off a mountain may be done.  The workload is designed for destruction, the prehensile appendages of our limbs, that was developed for the survival of our species, make the possibility of our extinction within arm's length.  I think we have established a system that ignores the externalized costs of our needs and "happiness."  While I do have to accept the inevitability of serving the corporate mission, corporations owe the environment the responsibility to keep resources healthy and everlasting.  It's frustrating that so many of them do not vouch for the mending of their own broken system.