so many are we.

i cannot comprehend the number.
six billion.
billions of people across the globe. consuming living breathing working procreating producing.
armies dedicated to working in their fields. armies engaged every day in producing. somewhere there is a factory where the only thing that is made is a small pin, an unremarkable pin. and theres a fleet of people engaged in its making. everything we own, everything we see is made by tens of thousands of individuals. that pin is made from aluminum, aluminum refined from ore, ore mined. everything using a myriad of machines. all constructed by armies of workers. all relying on different armies to transport them. relying on others to feed them. on others to keep them safe. on others to conquer for them. on others to bargain. on others still to rule them. it all seems overwhelming.
these same people who produce a pin never see what that pin does. all they do is make sure that each and every pin is made the way it has to be. day in and day out they produce thousands of pins. these pins then get used elsewhere, thousands of miles away for different things. some go to the armies of healers. others to armies of consumers. others to armies to be used in the destruction of other armies. to guarantee that the people behind the army get the things they need. so that they may consume. so that they can make things that require pins. so that those other people can make the pins and sell the pins and consume other things.
every day, despite the wars and famine and all the hell that occurs outside of our sight, there are fleets of food and millions of products being moved everywhere. the world never stops. horrors here does not stop production and consumption anywhere. products are moved, people move and everything keeps supporting the armies of producers and consumers.
there is no end to it. its a massive machine consuming vast resources. consider how much we must have consumed and used in the entire life of the human race.
from day one we have used the land, drilled it, hollowed it, filled it, rivers have been moved and entire sections of land relocated. all this to improve production and consumption. how much can we support? how much food can we continue to produce and transport? how much product can we make before there is no material to make it with? and everything runs on one product. oil runs our world.
everything depends on oil. without it, everything shuts down. the solar panels, the recycling, they are starved for oil. we cannot produce anything without oil. the amish are the only ones who could not be concerned with oil.
just consider the daily paper. there are perhaps 3billion daily papers delivered every morning, perhaps even 4 or 5billion, using multiple pages multiple types of ink and paper. the amount of trees, woodpulp, print that is being produced every day. billions of people interrelating, creating thinking imagining and simply being.
and theres always a desire for more.
and all i want right now is to be recognized amongst all of it... and why do i feel insignificant at times they ask.