Listen. I have spent the past eight years working on a project for assholes that consumes all of my spare time and sunny days. I've now lost two of my best and oldest friends whom I used to have time to visit when I was not so employed. And who benefits? Strangers. Assholes. The usual beneficiaries of your 'positive manner.' Comfort would come from the statement 'there is no meaning' being allowed. It isn't. Rest and peace of mind would come from being allowed to quit and walk away. I'm not. There would have some sense of purpose in these beneficiaries doing anything other than sneering and holding their hand out. They never have, never do, and never will. They expect others to be their slaves.

There is no in-tension in the absence of a private, subjective space. People who pencil these things out don't actually care about others, but hire other people to. But they still write the plans, don't they? And these plans seem to fail as much as they succeed, for all the boxes that their goals may check.

IT. DOESN'T. MATTER. Nothing matters. None of the words you use has anything backing it. Nothing. They correspond to nothing, they justify nothing, they MEAN nothing. They are the attempted reification of the ideas of managers who envision people as 'units'. It took a lot of killing to get here, and they want to stay. It will likely end in a lot of death. My connections to human society are winking out one by one, and you don't know me enough to offer anything of actual worth. It's all philosophical to you, a thought-experiment and a problem to solve. This isn't a problem of outlook, sorry to say. Nothing you can fix. Wrongness and rightness have nothing to do with it. I've just grown to despise you and the way you conceptualize things, and the genuine shock you have that the objects of your uninvested charitable impulses do not appreciate it. It is probably the only genuine thing about you. Thanks for nothing.