The Little Cogs

Living was a restless struggle. It was the way of life. Everyone was born a little Cog, struggling to make the world move forward. The Cogs themselves, tried to make their lives meaningful. It appeared that whilst the Cogs were in position, their connection and co-operation could generate a power to make the world a better place... There was a caste system amongst the Cogs. There were Cogs made of diamonds, gold, silver, bronze, metal, rock and differing gems. How hard life was under such a hierarchical system? How courageous the Under-Cogs were challenging their inherited disadvantages? Ho,w much agony they felt when they saw the wickedness that had happened and how hopeful they became after experiencing both the sweetness and bitterness of life?