The world of my youth is coming apart. I am living in a science fiction novel where earthlings thrash about in cyber space, divided by ancient beliefs. I am witness to virtual tweeting tribes take up arms and battle to defend their reality. However, if reality is relative how do we unite around differing views and fake news? I fear humanity has been hacked, the malware activated. There is no turning back to the world of my youth it has come apart.
It was a beautiful thing to witness
the swirling of the world into a new
beginning
No one suspected its arrival
No one was prepared,
save the knowers ~
too few
Not even the
believers expected the horror
of it all
‘Twas the dreamers
the artists, poets, storytellers
those with vivid imaginations
who smiled as they looked on
as one world ended
and other began
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I am unable to focus.
It surrounds me,
chasing me from behind.
I plot its path forward.
Over analyzing,
I change direction,
but I’m unable
to elude it.
Immersed.
It is everywhere
and nowhere.
Constant yet elusive.
I obsess over it.
It ignores me.
We have
an intimate
relationship.
It is with
blurred vision
that I seek
and remain
enamored
with
the mysteries
of time.
“We blur the world to focus on it and blind ourselves to see.”
~ Carlo Rovelli, Physicist, on the nature of time
