Ziggurat

Individuals are tools of production and consumption, relentlessly looking for pleasure that never comes. Their same “self” vanishes while attempting to fill up the emptiness of their existences completely dehumanized and possessed by the totalitarian law of profit. Neither old nor new values will never appease their plight while the social regime remains unaltered. Until the social room we all occupy is humanized, there is no chance for Man to finally be born, we'll keep being oppressed by the ruthless Leviathan, no matter if it disguises itself with the reassuring forms of civil rights and democracy. Democracy is not an alternative to totalitarianism, it is just one of the faces of dominion. It is nothing more than a good system to produce goods and accumulate money under peculiar circumstances. There's nothing left out of the iron grasp by Capital, its domination spreads from end to end across our entire world and place in the universe. The law of profit allows no option, it's despotic, and it appropriates of everybody and everything, and moves the individuals according to the invisible, yet overbearing and unstoppable, hand of necessity. As a consequence, the search for humanization and liberation of all Mankind goes necessarily through overcoming the actual social regime, for a world without social classes, money, trade, politics and power. The entire novel plays and rocks between reality and dream, and yet hallucination and actuality melt and confuse one another. One thing is Chimera, another is Utopia, but most of all, it's all happening now right now in front of each and every one of us while we're wide awake…