With the passing of the generations born during America's Golden age, there will be very few left who can recall what it was like before the coming of the Corporate State. What we have lost cannot be measured in dollars, for even with the growing gap between the classes in this country, we are still rich beyond the wildest dreams of most humans on the planet. Nor can it be measured in hours, because our forefathers labored far harder in the fields and the factories of the Golden Age. In a way that is the most frightening aspect of the culture that the Corporate State has created; it is effectively unable at this point to change course, because it has no baseline. In other words it has nothing to compare itself against; insurance that the machine will not veer from it's predetermined course. I work in America's heartland, in the very center of the industrial engine that has changed each and every aspect of our daily lives. And every day I look around me, like Orwell's Winston, always hopeful that I will see someone who understands what the machine has taken from them; but sadly, those connections are few and far between. Orwell was confident in the accuracy of his vision; but he could never have foretold that the Ministry of Love would be not an agency of government, but rather the Temple of automation and profitism. Tomorrow I will go dutifully into that Temple, and tomorrow, a little more of me will be gone.