All of us go home each evening, and at some moment in time, with whatever degree of consciousness, we go back over all the signs, seeking justification that aids in the continuity of our own discourse.
The consultant–sent into his office to gather clients–is rarely encouraged to seek truth in their problems. He sees his clients and his computer, and nothing beyond, then sinks into the role of being a cog in the corporate machine. The professor scarcely ever gives an ideal worth to his work, but is ridden by the routine of research, where his soul is subject to dollars. The student becomes a messenger to artificial intelligence, outsourcing their studies, spending dollars for a single credential, but having zero incentive to understand the material.
Must one give into debauchery to know that progress is a fleeting feeling?