A reflection on the dynamics of a rudderless system. The first golden carriage is made up of those who spent their lives feeding their thirst for power. They are few, yet they hold half the world’s wealth. It is followed by a much larger carriage of supporters reduced to the living dead, marked by a glaring lack of brainpower, responding blindly to carefully programmed electrical impulses. Choosing outside the identity pride to which they are firmly anchored remains nearly impossible for them. This is the mass where all propaganda and marketing easily take root—a population that never developed any critical thinking. At the foundation of this entire "flesh in tow" stand young students and workers, funding the continuation of this march to fulfill a mysterious design that appears increasingly devoid of meaning.