Whatever it is its not a winge?
In a world that lost its mind.
There are books that are predictable and unreadable by a system that generates the book artificially. Not a thought given nor taken… just a prompt response from the machines road paved with good intentions.
There's movies made by homogeneous mashups of pre existing set conventions of visually digitised stories and images using zero imagination. To make more meaningless repeats of something that never suffered or refined it's art.
There is still governments of no consequences in an age of convenience and artificial intelligence that can get rid of political parties.
There are indigestible Foods so plentiful, artificial and chemical that there is no urge to be hungry. When starvation seems logical in revulsion that a chemical engineer is your chef.
There is a profit driven health industry with only stats and sickness as medicine from a pathologically sick society. The panacea of the masses is a line of pills that never end.
The existing religions unable to inspire or reach the soul of humanity and it's consumerism consumption addiction. Just another Higher definition screen to watch superheroes fight for an excuse to make another sequel, toy and franchise.
Philosophy so convoluted and unexplored that one can pick and choose their excuse for bad behaviour. Need to blame a fictional character becomes predictably apathetic over time that didn't even exist.
Leaders so facile and interchangeable that it appears to be a game, rather than a representative of the mass and individuals needs. As the individuals in unison scroll and consume the screens black mirror of vanity and want
The Future so driven to derive and define its individuality only surgery can evoke proof of legitimacy. As profit is always at hand and loss is only an opportunity.
And yet as Ecclesiastes said.
“ Sun rises, sun sets. Nothing new Under the sun.”
Or as Noel Harrison song aptly put it.
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Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair!
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!
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