They're a little squashed.

No, that's just a bug squashed against the glass.

The pillars will be broken in pieces. All those who work for hire will be grieved in soul.

And they shall be broken in the purposes thereof, all that make sluices and ponds for fish.

So, I think that the only true disability is a crushed spirit, a spirit that's been crushed doesn't have hope, it doesn't see beauty, it no longer has our natural, childlike curiosity and our innate ability to imagine.

Rising world populations, rising tensions, rising inequalities actually create a growing underclass in the rich countries that begins to mirror the underclass in the poor countries.