Failing to meet your aim is the original etymology of the word sin, missing your mark and failing to see the suffering caused by our shared being. This is less than ideal for man, kin and the will that binds the two.
I scream silently at the menotonous rocky roads of our circular economies. Constancy is fallacy when the entropy is a constant in our universe. Time is but a vector that we follow, forced to obey by the signs of our senescence.