So dark...perfect!
"Clouseau, are you alright? Are you injured?"
"No, fortunately the darkness saved me."
"So what you are saying, then, is we need more light." - Revenge of the Pink Panther
Well, I still am riding with a maniac who's true identity I know not, but that should not surprise those who know me overly much. Turning of the Screw, huh. This requires a certain dementia that can only be defined as chaos driven... give me a moment.
*speaking softly in a dark voice* "I summon the forces of chaos, randomness and sarcasm. Fill thy humble servant with the power necessary to complete this task."
*a dark aura glows around the PC* "Excellent..."
Now that that is done, on to the topic...
Why does the screw turn? Is it because of the laws of nature, or is it because of the divine? Where is this screw? Is it in my head, or is it symptomatic of the culture of metal and gears that has overtaken my once green and natural homeland? Where have the rangers gone? Why do we live lives bound to our own creations?
Inventions which were once luxuries are now necessities. Twenty years ago I didn't have high speed internet access, it was a luxury. I lived without it just fine. Now, take away my internet connection and you have robbed me of half of my friends! One hundred years ago we didn't have cars, yet we still got from place to place. How many people can do that in this day and age? How many people rely on horses or trains or, heaven forbid, THEIR OWN TWO FEET to get them places within their own towns and cities? Cars, computors, cell phones, the internet, all tools meant to make our lives easier, instead enslave us to them. I am no exception. I drive everywhere. That doesn't mean I can't take notice of my enslavement.
And still the screw of human ingenuity turns toward our doom. We create ever more inventive ways to enslave ourselves. God help us, we certainly can't help ourselves...
"No, fortunately the darkness saved me."
"So what you are saying, then, is we need more light." - Revenge of the Pink Panther
Well, I still am riding with a maniac who's true identity I know not, but that should not surprise those who know me overly much. Turning of the Screw, huh. This requires a certain dementia that can only be defined as chaos driven... give me a moment.
*a dark aura glows around the PC* "Excellent..."
Now that that is done, on to the topic...
Why does the screw turn? Is it because of the laws of nature, or is it because of the divine? Where is this screw? Is it in my head, or is it symptomatic of the culture of metal and gears that has overtaken my once green and natural homeland? Where have the rangers gone? Why do we live lives bound to our own creations?
Inventions which were once luxuries are now necessities. Twenty years ago I didn't have high speed internet access, it was a luxury. I lived without it just fine. Now, take away my internet connection and you have robbed me of half of my friends! One hundred years ago we didn't have cars, yet we still got from place to place. How many people can do that in this day and age? How many people rely on horses or trains or, heaven forbid, THEIR OWN TWO FEET to get them places within their own towns and cities? Cars, computors, cell phones, the internet, all tools meant to make our lives easier, instead enslave us to them. I am no exception. I drive everywhere. That doesn't mean I can't take notice of my enslavement.
And still the screw of human ingenuity turns toward our doom. We create ever more inventive ways to enslave ourselves. God help us, we certainly can't help ourselves...
posted by The Scholar at 2/06/2006 11:23:00 AM
1 Comments:
Very insightful thoughts. And extrodinarily true. It makes me ponder what technology and advances will give us next.
Personally I'm hoping for teleportation devices.
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