The Machine : A Sign of the Times

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Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts

The Great Dictator, Charlie Chaplin
The prophecies of George Orwell have been realized 

Cameras, gadgets and sensors colonize every part of our bodies 


The Machine slowly creeps in, gradually but deliberately 

It watches you, tracks you, measures your every move 

We surrender privacy and freedom for the sake of efficiency, progress and 'human optimization' 


Everyone thinks the same, acts the same, is the same - copies of copies of copies 


What is beauty? What is justice? What is wisdom? 

My questions go unanswered as the crowd remain mesmerized by the shiny black gadgets in their hands


The preachers of Silicon Valley promise salvation, heaven on earth - immortality 

Technology is their saving grace

Everything they say can be bought 

Everything they say is just a click away


Dissent is swallowed by the Machine, repurposed and sold to the masses on glowing billboards  

Consume more

Buy more 

Be more


There remain a few, however 

Who love their humanity, who cherish nature and the beauty of existence 

They find wealth in simplicity and strive for virtue


The Machine searches, but cannot find them

It longs for these people, but cannot conquer or control them 

They reject the false promises, hopes and dreams it offers


Their fortress , their strong impenetrable fortress, is found within


These last humans provide me with a north star, an ideal to aspire to 

A life to long for 
 

I  walk towards them for solace, for hope

The Ignorance of the Modern Man

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In Search of Inner Freedom: A Poem A Life of Virtue: Philosophy as a Way of Life

A deep yearning calls upon me I turn away but its call becomes louder It pulls me forward, and shows me the path Like a lighthouse guiding lost sailors on a hazy night, or A fire illuminating the exit in a dark cave This call, this feeling within, grants me the courage to plunge myself into the unknown and be transformed I shine brightly radiating amidst the mundane everydayness of day-to-day life This symphony of colors paints the canvas of my true being For the first time in my life I am truly alive For the first time in my life I am free

O’ Modern Man, Modern Man, how you stand up tall with your undeserved pride.

You hold infinite knowledge in the palm of your hand,

Control nature, much more than it can withstand.

Is there anything you can not know?

No place where you can not go?

Why are you so serious modern man?

Don’t you see life is a great mystery.

Is there still wonder in your eyes?

Is there any passion still in your soul?

Look towards nature, and you will find reprieve.

Bathe in the forest, admire the beauty of the trees.

Stand in the stillness under the stary sky,

Look inward for solitude, for purpose and your why.

Life is just a game we all must play.

Just let go for a while, and you will see,

How effortless it is to be free.

Life is a great mystery, a great mystery.


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Podcast : To Be Human

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Below is a poem I wrote on embracing the human condition, and all the beauty and terror that comes with it.


Humans such fragile beings
A desire to be heard
A desire to be seen

A vast longing to be loved and understood

Driven by ambitions and lofty goals
Riddled by confusion and anxiety

Grasping, clinging for any sort of certainty
Building great towers to protect our vulnerable egos

Prepare we may, prepare we can
But Nature will not cede to our demands

Where will you take shelter from the storm?
Where will you go when the flood rolls in?

Flow with the current of life
Dance with danger, tango with terror

What else can we do but love our difficulties
Keep them near, let them change you for they are dear

Beware of those who seek refuge in digital utopias
Seduced by the grand illusions of fame and fortune

Ignore the screens, those cold machines
With perfect bodies, perfect smiles, perfect lives and perfect teeth

What is a human but a flawed being in search of transcendence?

We can still embrace and overcome
We can rise above rough waters and high tides

We can still be human – after all

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In Search of Inner Freedom: A Poem A Life of Virtue: Philosophy as a Way of Life

A deep yearning calls upon me I turn away but its call becomes louder It pulls me forward, and shows me the path Like a lighthouse guiding lost sailors on a hazy night, or A fire illuminating the exit in a dark cave This call, this feeling within, grants me the courage to plunge myself into the unknown and be transformed I shine brightly radiating amidst the mundane everydayness of day-to-day life This symphony of colors paints the canvas of my true being For the first time in my life I am truly alive For the first time in my life I am free
  1. In Search of Inner Freedom: A Poem
  2. The Artist
  3. Some Thoughts on Stillness
  4. The Machine: A Sign of the Times
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