Uniqueness
obliterated.
Ancient
stories
bubbling up.
Bubbling up
from the
distant
past.
Generation
after generation
for millennia
stories pass.
Belief
systems
past forward.
The archaic
sliding
into the
future
through biology.
Biology
the conduit
of ancient
thought,
ancient
belief systems.
Beliefs born
out of
fear.
Born
out of
ignorance,
superstition.
Beliefs
drilled
generation
after
generation.
Little changed.
Nuanced.
Textured.
Rough
hewn.
Unique,
location
to
location.
Change.
Change of
course.
Technology.
A change
of course.
Melding.
The melding
has begun.
Ideas, beliefs,
melding,
blending.
Global mixing.
Mixing
of thought.
Churning
through
the machine.
No fear.
No superstition.
Isolation
obliteration.
Isolation
mixing
blending
globally.
Uniqueness
of thought
blended.
Something new
emerging,
being born.
Global think.
Techno think.
Utopia?
Dystopia?
Not sure.
Only time
will tell.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 19th, 2021 19:53
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
Comments1
Time will bring all our thoughts and realisations to us - in time.
Andy
Thank you for ready Andy
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