Every one of us is bound by inertia. We do things, get active, run, talk, bark, get elated, fell sorrow and depressed and experience many stages of extreme and alternativly mild surges of emotions. Why? Why do we need to work? Why do we create? Creat wealth?What happiness does a car, house, a chick party, a beautiful companion, sex, deciet, malice, violence, self abuse, alchol abuse, drugs and all sorts of material, give us? Where does this happiness emerge? Do things give happiness? If so, Why would any one who creats it, sell it? Why doesn't toyota keep all the car for itself? Why don't constructors keep all the houses for themselves? Why not every producer retain whatever he produces? Why sell oneself? If ever hapiness could be bought, we would never be sad and distraught? There is hapiness locked somewhere in us.
