The crazy world moves in nanoseconds, mountains, terabytes of nonsense move at supersonic speeds along the info-highway, traded between infinite faceless entities.
What of our raw emotions, those fleshly feelings, the electrical synapses’ causing such great commotion, stirring the wildest imaginations!
And who really reads philosophy anymore, what person respects the words of a poet when it seems to be all about the net these days? For after all, everything you read there is surely the gospel-awful-truth, such total madness exploded into a billion+ clusters, cataloged into whatever floats our boats.
It seems the real world is sinking into advanced technologies, synthetic pied pipers ply us with their artificial intelligence, humming dangerous notes that taste metallic, with everything made somewhere else.
O human-kind, my kindred, please tell me, where are the true artisans, where are the keepers of the authentic minds, where are the hopeless romantics with beating hearts?