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What is it we find safe to expect from this humanity? With every change, we all see greatness, we all see despair. Around every corner, another Pandora's box. Insisting on patience, insisting on the past as a model. We've lived, and so we shall. Content with patterns, content with good-enoughs, and content with will-be. We're all fumbling around blind, running into each other, festering and killing the whole. Prize ourselves as the peak of our own accomplishment, while us and those around us fall to turmoil, with no excuse other than circumstance. And yet it is circumstance that is so entrapping. Snares made of money, promises, jobs... a web wrought of the bindings of humanity. Complicated enough to care, yet too complicated to help. Of time, I will always be a harsh critic. Clocks ticking down to some unknown end, enforcing one of the last, feeble structures we cling to, for what? And of the minutes I waste writing, what goods will be left undone?
Are we as individuals not predictable to some extent? I say not. The chaos of our behavior seems to rise by factors, the more alone we get. As a whole, for more people, the emergent nature of the race becomes more and more clear. Our silver lining has become what some of us have left for souls, and of the rest, mindless machines. Hoping to live up to a standard, following paths laid out by blind men and fools, yet alone, unable to change, unable to swing in favor of themselves the course of their own lives. We all exist, some alone, some not, but it is not our own will any longer that governs our actions. We are bound, again, by circumstance, the shackles of a race so far advanced, we're working toward a future world, while the one we have is crap. I can't accomplish much of anything, but there's nobility in the struggle.
I just see potential paths closing, possibilities becoming less and less expansive, replaced by probabilities, by fear. I find it odd that we should try so hard for the same old patterns. That, as much as change is necessary in order to survive, we're perfectly content accepting that nothing will change, drifting to oblivion. Aiming to rescue people has become my goal. The world needs people with perspective, I think. Something has to change, and someone has to do it.
In other news my video card is slowly becoming crappier, thinking of an investment in an nVidia 8800GTX. Oh, and I might have mono, so, if my spleen explodes, it was nice knowing you all.
Are we as individuals not predictable to some extent? I say not. The chaos of our behavior seems to rise by factors, the more alone we get. As a whole, for more people, the emergent nature of the race becomes more and more clear. Our silver lining has become what some of us have left for souls, and of the rest, mindless machines. Hoping to live up to a standard, following paths laid out by blind men and fools, yet alone, unable to change, unable to swing in favor of themselves the course of their own lives. We all exist, some alone, some not, but it is not our own will any longer that governs our actions. We are bound, again, by circumstance, the shackles of a race so far advanced, we're working toward a future world, while the one we have is crap. I can't accomplish much of anything, but there's nobility in the struggle.
I just see potential paths closing, possibilities becoming less and less expansive, replaced by probabilities, by fear. I find it odd that we should try so hard for the same old patterns. That, as much as change is necessary in order to survive, we're perfectly content accepting that nothing will change, drifting to oblivion. Aiming to rescue people has become my goal. The world needs people with perspective, I think. Something has to change, and someone has to do it.
In other news my video card is slowly becoming crappier, thinking of an investment in an nVidia 8800GTX. Oh, and I might have mono, so, if my spleen explodes, it was nice knowing you all.