commonality

It seems that every time I turn around I'm bombarded with the constant reminder that nothing I do is original. I believe this is the curse of knowledge, the realization that you are not alone, that there is someone out there smarter than you who has thought up what you have just "discovered" and they had done it centuries ago. Nothing I could possibly think, do or write can possibly be original, not anymore, not after being exposed to so much that has already been done. In this world of 6 billion beings, multiplied by millenia of thought and careful consideration, there is no song unsung, no book unwritten, no thought safe in it's own true and pure sanctity. There is no virginity in this world. We have all defiled the pool of existence with our filth of thought and knowledge.
Instead, now there is only left one thing:
Sell it better than the last guy did.
The corruption of money.
Yes, even I would fall victim to the corrupting power of the capitalist society I'm lucky enough to live in. This, if I thought there was going to be a future to ruin with greed. But thanks again to this "exposure" my education is giving me, the possibility of there being a tomorrow, too is ruined for me.
Thank you college, you have fucked me.
As you have in the same way done to so many before me.

Thanks for this depressing view of the world.