This is the right panel of a diptych. Left panel here: [link]
In his endless pursuit of progress, man has built around him a Machine. It is a construction of utmost magnificence, but though man is its operator, subsistence, and champion, he relishes in the success of his own creation and becomes a slave to it, bound in perpetuity to its artificial nature of necessity. This is not some fantasy vision of a future world, it is right here and now, all around us – the Machine is an archetype of the world that chases after money mindlessly. Just what is this economic betterment we all strive for? Bigger homes, brighter children, healthier lives – everything in the definition of a modern society is tied down to the concept of money, so much so that it is ingrained within us all that such a “reality” is the true purpose of life. From the point we are "mouldable", lives are planned, expected and demanded as mere assets and investments towards the greater advancement of humanity. We become blindly driven by those around us and even ourselves to succeed within the framework of this Machine, expending all strength, emotion and commitment to ensure its eventual continuation.
You're description had an even deeper impact upon me than the piece itself. I agree completely with your assessment of modern life. We're largely driven by the need to acquire wealth, while paying little heed to other, perhaps more important, motives such as self-betterment, or the improvement of society as a whole.
Being the machine's slave have a positive factors too, such as it easy to feel secure if we follow 'the line'.
Deviant Insanity Journal.
Keep up the great art!