Doing the small things rite!

Are we a fortress of solitude or shadows of what once was great?  Can a man who feels freemasonry is part of his soul, his being, his existence, exist in a world with distractions of conflict, hubris and greed, where truth is a commodity and claim the fraternal goal is having fun?

Has complacency robbed us of our ability to reason by accepting such absurd notions?  Are we not alive in a world of great contradiction, the few having abundance while the majority struggle to live?  Advantage of one civilization  does not revise the history of the world. We strive with primitive alliances, beliefs that impede change, side by each with commercial interests that rewrite ethics of convenience.

Hubris and deceit test our belief daily yet some remain resolute that each day is opportunity. And yet what work goes on to make that more than supposition?

Rapt by guilt or committed to assisting the down trodden, intoxicated by materialism mankind my turn away from the have-nots but they follow like shadows until acknowledged. 

What then is the true purpose of the Antient and Accepted Masonic?  Let's examine if the cloister is by design of a natural occurance. For those fortunant enough to be initiated into the Craft, he can assume privelge because we are exclusive if that is in fact fuel for his ego.  Or having been reborn as a Mason, he realizes his life is commitment to serve.  

Can we achieve peaceful coexistence or do we need one side or the other to prevail and end our misery?

A gradual creepage through the cracks, might describe the beautiful resilience of our fraternity, but are we able to feel the weight of such defining questions and define our goal as seeking fun?

If fun means contentment, then the man of character is wealthy beyond measure when has found contentment with what he has. Not so, the man who cannot want what he has.  Any advice?