Innocence, o' how I covet it. Such is a virtue lost and forgotten to age and ascent to maturity.
If I could reverse time to make things they were before, would I? Should I? Such misery ought to be unwarranted, but tis the nature of mankind. Our technology serves not to alleviate the pressures of evolution, but to shift them more favorably.
So now, we have a reasonably free society whose norms dictate our success rather than our unique aptitudes alone. What are we now?
What am I? Why?