When the world becomes a world of suffering. When the good congratulate themselves for making cosmetic changes and remaining safe. Change comes. The wise will welcome that change for the sake of humanity and creation. It is time for the axe to fall.
I get it. She promised to catch you and let you fall to almost certain death, then complained for her suffering and inconvenience. You deserved better. That's me. I'm better. I'm the one the universe sent to bring you home. I am the best emotional safety net there is.
Suffering is being in a state of personal hell, and so it is incumbent upon us that have better circumstances, to do our best to level up the rest, to let personal heaven's become the normal state of play.
When our brains are healthy, when we have a well developed prefrontal cortex with both empathy and logic, we find our creative brains dreaming up solutions to end suffering. The "magic" is to love others. Wait. Didn't someone try teaching us all to love? Or was that quite a lot of people through history? Maybe, just maybe, they were onto something good.
The philosophy of money makes culture a predator-prey cycle that is echoed in the "boom" and the "bust." In good times the poor can eat and raise children, in bad times their children die or are stunted, are sickly and vulnerable to disease. And so, to end suffering, we must evolve passed the money-nexus and into the love-nexus, an entirely superior way to run our world, the only way to eradicate suffering.
The philosophy of money requires a socially darwinian system and thus suffering, and cultural ignoring of that suffering, is baked into the cake.
In the money-nexus suffering and cold indifference to it is essential for the system to perpetuate.
Their imperfections are my perfections. All of you welds together to make the perfect being you struggled and suffered to become.