People are under the illusion that they are independent but we are all interconnected in a web that encompasses everything. The days of independent living are over. You can run around in the woods and die at 35 like our ancestors did from abscess teeth and diarrhea wearing animal skins but I want to be around to see a Mars landing and maybe the next few Star Wars films. Although suicide may be an option after those?
I recently bought a wool shirt for $9CDN
I am connected to the sales person that sold it to me.
The shelf stocker that put it on the rack.
The Shipping and receiving person that accepted it at the store.
The truck driver that brought it to the store.
The warehouse person that loaded the truck.
The other warehouse people and shippers and receivers that were involved getting it from the container yard.
The container yard workers that off loaded it from the ship.
The ship and crew that transported it from India.
The dock workers and transportation workers in India that picked it up from the factory and took it to the container port.
The factory person that packaged it for shipping.
The factory workers that cut and sewed the fabric into a shirt and added buttons
The weavers of the fabric
The makers of the thread
The dyers of the wool
The sellers of the wool
The farmers of the wool
The sheep that grew the wool
The grass that fed the sheep
The water that fed the grass
The sun that evaporated water to make it rain.
All the miners, smelters, casters, and manufactures that invented, created, built, sold and transported all the machines, tools, trucks, ships and computers that were involved from sheep to shirt to me.
Independence is an illusion.
Were I to pay myself minimum wage ($10.50 and hour here) to make my shirt (from sheep to shirt) would cost almost $400. Not including the buttons...
Simple living is however possible. I live very simply without the trappings of modern life that enslave many of my friends into working jobs they hate. I do the minimum amount of modern world treadmill running to allow me to do the things I really want to do. Goofing off in the woods, going on canoe trips, and traveling. So far it has worked and I think I have struck a balance. At least I have made it past 35 without dieing of diarrhea.