I spend the morning experiencing what must be the most beautiful of things: a city slowly coming to life. What's more beautiful than that?

Ok, maybe nature. I've heard it's very green and beautiful. But cities are a bit like nature, I guess.

But I can't help wondering: what is it all for?

You see a lot of people doing useful things for people that mostly to useless things, when they finally get to the office.

People in the bus all calling the office, because the bus is stuck in traffic (as usual).

If they did anything useful at the office you'd expect them to sound alarmed, anxious. But it's nothing like that.

They just sit there, relaxed, reading a newspaper someone gave them at the station or something. Or looking at their smartphones.

So many people. Day in, day out.

That's insane.

So I felt pretty sane today.

And it's depressing. Not so much because of what I write, but because what I write is true. And I don't have to write it for it to be depressing.

That's our gift and our curse.

It's us that go insane because it is insane. Because we feel it. Things don't have to be useful, as long as most think it's useful and don't feel. That's not delusional.

Those whose feelings, their intuition, guide their thinking, feel how what most think is wrong, and might think others either know that or want to know that. That's delusional.

It's depressing.

Do I make any sense?

It would be why most that work with SZ have low-paid jobs and most with BP are manic or depressed.