How the World Turns

I found this comment from someone at this article (well worth the read):
http://www.naturalnews.com/030903_predictions_2011.html

Daddy? What’s a cog? Hm? What’s that dear? What’s a what? A cog. What’s a cog? Oh, you mean like a gear, or something of the sort? I dunno (shrugs)… That’ why I’m asking you. Where did you hear of cogs? Ms. Berlin, my teacher, was talking with another teacher— I forget his name. Anyway, she said that they were turning out good little cogs. Am I a cog? Well, I suppose you might just be… But certainly a very good little cog. (Frowning) But what is a cog? A wheel with teeth. A wheel with teeth! Oh gosh… does it bite? No, no (chuckling)… not in the sense that you mean. The teeth, they interlock. Then when one wheel turns, the other wheels around it— the cogs— also turn. It’s how machines are built. Machines? You mean like the washer? Yes! Exactly. The washer, the dryer, the car… all sorts of machines. They’re made of cogs… inside. I’m inside a machine? Yes… well, it’s a bit of… of a metaphor. A what for? A met-a-phor. A metaphor is when you say that one thing is really something else… but you know straight away that it’s not. So it’s a lie. (Sighs) More like a comparison… One that forces you to look at a thing from a new angle. D’you see? (Nods… slowly) So… if I’m pretending to be a cog, what sort of machine am I in? Oh, well… let’s see. A very big one I suppose. Nowadays you’d have to call it The World. That big? Like the whole planet! No, well, I confess that your teacher probably wasn’t thinking quite that big. How about Civilization? Or The Global Community? That’s big enough, hm? Like all the people in all the cities everywhere? That’s a whole lot! Almost seven billion. And that’s the machine that you’re part of— one of its cogs… one of its essential cogs. (Smiles) (Momentarily smiling) ...But what does the machine do? The washer washes our clothes. What does the Civilization machine do? It does everything. Indeed. What doesn’t it do? It built your school and hired your teachers. It built the roads you ride your bike on. It keeps groceries on the shelves when your mother needs to go shopping. It does everything. And who operates the machine? You drive the car, and Mommy pushes the buttons on the washer to tell it what to do. Who steers the Civilization machine? (long pause) Is it Mr. Obama? Well, no dear. I don’t think even Mr. Obama believes that he’s doing the driving. Then who is? Is it God? Oh God no! He couldn’t possibly be that inept. Then who? Does my teacher, Ms. Berlin even know where the machine’s going? I very much doubt it. I honestly don’t know. I’m not convinced that anyone does. We’re all just cogs in the machine. And there’s seven bazillions of us? (chuckling) Close enough. And no one’s driving? Apparently so. Seven bazillion wheels with teeth… Gosh, that must be a whole lot of teeth. I know what the machine does. You do? Uh-huh. (nods) It’s devouring the world.