THE STIFF BREEZE OF TIME
As the human race advances on its road of existence, the base of knowledge it must stand upon grows exponentially. That well of information is what keeps it standing in dominion over the planet and all other species. What is eventually done with that knowledge is usually fodder for debate.
Attention spans have shrunk to nano-metric proportions these days. If a concept can’t address that meme it dive-bombs from the public eye almost instantly. Even if an idea does capture attention it usually hovers in the light for mere moments. Few things withstand the test of time any more when thrown at the public. There are fuzzy lines drawn between age groups that won’t simply meander from the past, thru the present, and into the future. The space between behaves more like the time/space continuum of the expanding universe.
The human race as a whole is a democracy. (I look forward to your letters.) Sure, there are many sub-factions that profess otherwise but, when the fluff of our lives is peeled away, we all scatter, scream, or whatever, alike. Our behaviors may be dissimilar but the core of behavior in us all springs forth from the same synaptic processes.
Diversity is a trait we all live with. We are not all alike on many fronts but we are all alike as living beings. Skin color, beliefs, geographical location, and actions are the pigmented oils and waters we stir together feverishly as we try to ‘make it work’. We learn from most failures but not all. The repetitions of our historical follies are proof of that. How many times has the human race ‘culled’ itself? (I look forward to your letters.)
Youth are destined to be labeled ‘angry’. I refuse to blame them for their actions as I was once ‘young’. The ‘establishment’ is always against them with societal controls. That same establishment was chartered with tending the world the young would someday inherit. Many valiant efforts have been, and still are being, expended to ‘save the planet’. A simple look seems to reveal a tug of war but a deeper look shows a roiling cauldron of competing endeavors. Focusing on one front blurs all the rest. Hands get thrown up in frustration and opportunities evaporate into the stiff breeze of time.
There are many things to fight for. There are also many things to fight against. If we don’t pay attention long enough there won’t be anything left to fight for, or against. Time will eventually erase our existence. How big an eraser it will need is totally up to us.
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