Dear Diary: 

An intended collateral result of the fiat slave system;

The essence is to break down the human spirit. Once the body and mind are incongruent with the soul - it produces negative vibrations. 

Pharma has made a gazillion dollars in that line of demographics with all sorts of Xanax, Prozac and any other designer drug that either restores temporarily a euphoric homeostasis. It's manipulation. Disingenuous. Short lived. And produces devastating damage to what otherwise could have been a perfectly suitable and useful being. Although some could argue, the fiat mind cancer/demon has at least clearly shown the awakened exactly how much they've been carrying and up against the entire time. Welfare leads to incentivizing human degradation. Welfare applies also to anything that goes against a meritocracy, to something that cheapens ideals. 

Like everything. Because the money is just as disingenuous and inauthentic. When money becomes your God (by design). 

When that money and system hits its shelf life. . . .  Natural selection prevails. 

They want to be gullible. Cheap thrill. Any poison or vice to fill the cavity left by the soul that had to tap out on you. They are on autopilot now.... and everyone wonders why the results are what they are? Everyone is lying even to themselves. Sweet nothings whispered to keep them standing on the red spots conditioned onto the floors of their respective minds. Stepping off is dark in that cavity. Consume. Eat. Drugs. Booze. Gambling. Adultery. Fight a social justice cause. Rinse. Wash. Repeat when the associated narratives inevitably implode. But they are never ever whole. It's never enough. Like Stinkfist lyrics by Tool. 

"Elbow deep within the borderline, this may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to. Relax. Turn around and take my hand." Knuckle, then elbow, then shoulder deep. Eternal emptiness

It's frightening.