I worked for a bit, many years ago, in a company that dealt with commodities.
The one thing that distinguishes this trade from many others, is the fact that it relies on high volumes, with low margins. Also, brand value means little. The product is generally faceless.
When you live in populous countries like my own, with 1.2 billion people, something seems to happen.
People become faceless. They are commoditised
One dies, and another takes his place. Or, hers.
It does not matter. The dead can rot, while the living struggle on.
We pass by in cars, and when the beggar stops by, we wave them off without looking at them. Do we fear to look in their eyes? Or, are they annoying insects to be swatted off?
When a doorman opens the door for us, we walk pass, oblivious. Do we say thank you, and look them in the eye?
Or, are they just a part of the faceless masses that are there to serve us.
In “Juliette” by de Sade, there is a scene where one of the corrupt and dissipated old men sodomises Juliette ( if I remember well), while witnessing a mass murder. They both reach orgasm, and squeal for joy when the hundreds of people are crushed to death, before their eyes, for their exclusive pleasure.
Life. Death. No value. No meaning.