The firearm may be a good example of the usurped nature of our collective labors. For the one fortunate enough to wield the firearm out there in the wilderness, one is as a god. Any potential threat is met with terrible claps of thunder and flying objects of extreme velocity, with little to no warning.
But the existence of even that single firearm requires an entire galaxy of mining, forging, manufacturing, research, collective labor, and historical accumulation and circumstance.
Take away the firearm, through dysfunction, depleted ammo, loss, what have you, and one becomes like a child again, subject to the overwhelming natural forces. That is, without the appropriate skills, experience, knowledge, etc. to fall back on, and those of course require other galaxies of collective labors, accumulations, and circumstances.
