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
Some Thoughts on Stillness – A Life of Virtue: Philosophy as a Way of Life
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.
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