Reading the papers each night makes me feel we’re doing things right. The beautiful, secret message written between words of murder and war.
We struggle forward from the pottery ruins and ancient runes to an ever-widening mass of this mindless human dance.
The places we came from littered with the simple tools of a simple people who faced a world every bit as complex as the labyrinthine megapolex where tools are driving human slaves with robot-arm staves.
The individual subsumed in a blind, masterless plan each of us an unwitting tool. We govern ourselves regulate ourselves think for ourselves and so we fool ourselves into thinking we are free.
Our minds, made of independent cells each, thinking for themselves simple thoughts. Like them, we each think simple thoughts and act simple plays.
But the body public watching with unseen eyes upon our simple guise laughs at our pretension and lack of apprehension.
This global view reveals a growing, flowing ooze filling every nook and groove. Our steel and glass skeletons rising, like coral sea colonies. We, as they, build a solid reminder of the magic, fleeting times.
This massive incoming tide each pulsing wave advancing and receding yet we cannot read these words written in text so large. We see only waves of war murder, and hate.
These waves roll in each morning as yelling headlines report leaving foamy confusion in our minds we do not see with the eyes of time the encroaching of an incline.
2026 update
Not so sure anymore…