Sauce Cans

 

 

 

Between ourselves and our dreams stands a massive barrier made of a thick reinforced door.

 

 

 

A massive man-made barrier that reaches all the way to the sky has cut us off from our true selves.

 

 

 

It is the ferocious winds of this antagonistic world that have stripped us of our original identity.

 

 

 

Our original identity, which was predisposed genetically to seek the greater meaning and purpose of life.

 

 

 

The higher purpose of existence that can bestow unparalleled dignity and distinct characteristics on the human race.

 

 

 

The distinguished characteristics that make each individual appear so unique,

 

 

 

and adequately convey their distinct melodies among the gigantic universal symphony.

 

 

 

The unique musical composition that can make anyone appear to be a one-of-a-kind painting,

 

 

 

with its own unique spot on the world's massive gallery walls.

 

 

 

Individuality and originality, on the other hand, are unfortunately incompatible with the mindset and strategy of the sauce can factory,

 

 

 

and they never go hand in hand with the rites of worshipping the deities of the holy stereotype, nor with the ideology of mass production.

 

 

 

The ideology of mass production as a means of meeting the market's ever-increasing demand for flawless uniformity.

 

 

 

Throughout history, the cruel gods of faultless likeness, in their holy shrine of indisputable uniformity, have proven themselves to be the most terrifying deities.

 

 

 

 Peer pressure or the looming danger of social excommunication in any given culture can be a terrible punishment for misbehaving novelty seekers.

 

 

 

Since the dawn of human history, no one has been able to explain why the punishment of being expelled from any social gathering can be so terrifying to human beings.

 

 

 

That is why, through antiquity, the ever-profitable sauce cans factory has yielded untold fortune,

 

 

 

making unique individualism and the need for novelty appear more infamous vice than the original sin,

 

 

 

especially, for the ones who want to defy the wrathful pagan gods of the exact resemblance and the inflexible uniformity by simply being themselves.

 

 

 

So, it is seems more comfortable to allow these gods to display the one-of-a-kind artworks on the high-built walls around their holy temple, 

 

 

 

where they can kindly accept our submitted dreams as offerings to boost their sauce can factory's productivity.