I Think Back To A Time Before
by Rob Littler
I think back to a time before
Cultural literacy—this juggernaut
Of thought carried with me—when
Everything I knew I knew
From my village, tribe, or family. Smallness
Eschewing compartments of worlds.
Not that I didn’t have big ideas. Or trends—the wanton
Quest for individuality, while challenging order’s
Authority. Who wouldn’t, in their most private of
Musings, venture answers to eternal questions
For the frivolity?
But the combined knowledge of everything wasn’t
At my fingertips, at all times—all those facts and no truths—
Raging into data centers to record what it means
To be human—With no meaningful emotion
To remember the past action, just a lulling along,
The ability to recognize otherness bred out of us—
We are one generation away from believing whatever
The next collective mediated idea propagates, propagating
Unknowingly, which is NOT better than perpetrating willingly.
Bliss is bullshit. There is no discussion. Take the medicine.
I make my synapses fire myself, wanting more—
I welcome my own doubt, debilitating as it may be to risk
And lose. But failure can be a comfortable place, yet nothing
As close to the comfortableness one small speck of clinging
Hope can provide.
Posted on 02/08/2016
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