Those who do not do anything, do not run the danger of doing something wrong....
We are a people with a dead soul, with no motivation to exist other than to get through life. A crowd of sheep just avoiding the slaughter line and happy to die a normal death. If one rises from among us and runs towards the fence, we just sit back, criticise her running style, and predict that she will fail... and when she does, we happily acknowledge the fact that she was doomed to fail. Of course, "we could have done better", but we never do, and delight in the failure of those who at least try. Decedance?
