What if everyone were middle class? Would that satisfy you? From young age on we are stimulated to gather marbles. The bigger your collection, the better. If you take the marbles from other children and are able to increase your marble capital, you are considered intelligent.
"Look at my boy! Already now he has that cleverness to pull the legs of his peers. He could just have taken their marbles by force, but instead uses smart tactics to gather them. He even gives his dumb friends the opportunity to continue playing the marble game by providing them with marbles, when they are out of them. Wanting them back with a few extra ones only. Clever little bastard!"
It is told to the children that everybody should get the same and everybody is the same. Considering marbles though some children will have more than others. Because they simply have the cleverness to take them from other people.
"How clever my boy is! Look at him! He offers that little prick of the Watsons marbles to shine his mega bumblebees, red devils, and even his commies! Why he doesn't want his clambroth to be polished too? When he gets home we have to sit down and talk about that!"
We grow up and we are forced to learn the stories about the marbles. What they are, the different kinds, how to create new ones, how to collect as many as possible, how to manipulate people by luring them with small uniform marble collections to get as many in return, ways to automate the marble game, and to partake in a world ruled by the great Marlblerers.
We are considered ignorant and are filled with knowledge of the marble and how to increase possession of the holy spheres and are investigated on progress in knowledge by exams and IQ tests, where IQ is defined as the knowledge how to solve abstract problems as fast as possible and which bear importance for the real life gathering.
Everyone is forced to participate in the construction of the Behemoth Alabaster, the ultimate expression of the ultimate power of the Marble Elite, a select autocratic society controling the governing powers behind the scenes, making use of their collection of holy marbles and praying to the Grand Alabastar. All people are equal, as long as you conform to the rules of the marble game. Black and white, gay or a-sexual, the religeous and the atheists, left and right, tall or small, all of people have the same rights to participate in the universal game of The Marble. Everybody is equal, except that some owe a lot of marbles and some barely enough to play. What great equality...
Games different from the marble game are squashed and quelled by deploying the submissive power of the marble. In lotteries, a chance is offered to the marble poors to immerse oneself in a holy Jacuzzi filled with the Aggie, the Alley, the Ade, the Mica, the Beachball, the Lutz, the Cat's eye, the Oily, the Opaque, the Plaster, the Crock, the Jaspar, the Princess, the Swirly, or the Shooter, and when you are very lucky you may even have a close encounter with a golden magical Bennington, but the absolute jackpot is the Behemoth Clambroth, an incarnation of the great Alabaster, whose true nature remains unknown, but it is a wide held belief that true knowledge about it gives one eternal enlightenment and happiness. The marble game is played vigorously around the world to contemplate the true nature of the Alabaster.
Opals, glimmers, bloods, rubies, deep blue seas, blue moons, green ghosts, or brass bottles, are offered to those coming up with the perfect marble or the description of the True and Fundamental basic Marbles. Knowledge of the Marble is power. Who doesn't long for it?