Post by x273 on Nov 26, 2003 13:59:03 GMT -5
And no, I don't mean the ultra-good webcomic... What I mean is how exploitive our society has become of previously pure concepts... Simple things, like the stars at night, or the play of frost on the window. Once upon a time, these things were the inspiration of deeper thought, of concepts that would sweep our society, and put ambition into the minds of those determined to see these thoughts put into action.
Whereas now? We use them to sell... Toys. You can't listen to TV now without hearing these concepts being used to sell products... The stars have fallen, and marketing departments employed by grasping companies have taken the shards, and used them to advertise Christmas sales.
Where has the mystery gone, where is the romance? When did the big picture fade, and our minds become consumed by short-term gains? Can we no longer see the stars without thinking of how we can profit from them? Smell the crisp scent of snow on the air without considering the rising costs of heating? Hear the chirping of birds without thinking of how they would taste on a dinner table? Feel the soft fur of a cat without thinking that it would make a nice blanket? Taste the sweet juice of a peach without questioning how much we could sell it for? Where has purity gone? Where has innocence fled to?
Gone are the days when humankind can look upon the world with eyes full of wonder or appreciation... All that is seemingly left are eyes of profit and suspicion, seeing only what can be claimed, only where the world can be turned to benefit us... The corporations have turned our hearts to greed, and this is not fully their fault, for we not only invited them, but demanded their corruption, demanded with the greed and perversity in our hearts, our desire to see the great mysteries despoiled and made base before our senses, demanded with our laziness and spite, that insist that they sieze our attention with such items, in exchange for a handful of penies, that we hand out with tight-fisted hands, cursing them for even that paltry sum...
Where is our joy? We curse the money spent, and for what did we spend it? We gain nothing in exchange for this never-ending cycle of exploitation and demand.... Are we made any happier for the transaction? Or are we left feeling emptier than before, our secret hated desires fulfilled but our higher minds left without the sustenance that the stars and the play of frost once fulfilled? The cycle endures, but do we wish for it to continue? Do we even have a say in it, or will the cycle forever persist, each unwilling party locked into a dreadful dance of mutual pain and despair, loathing the role, but powerless to resist the nightmare song sung by our inner selves?
Where are the stars?... Where is the play of frost on the window?...
Whereas now? We use them to sell... Toys. You can't listen to TV now without hearing these concepts being used to sell products... The stars have fallen, and marketing departments employed by grasping companies have taken the shards, and used them to advertise Christmas sales.
Where has the mystery gone, where is the romance? When did the big picture fade, and our minds become consumed by short-term gains? Can we no longer see the stars without thinking of how we can profit from them? Smell the crisp scent of snow on the air without considering the rising costs of heating? Hear the chirping of birds without thinking of how they would taste on a dinner table? Feel the soft fur of a cat without thinking that it would make a nice blanket? Taste the sweet juice of a peach without questioning how much we could sell it for? Where has purity gone? Where has innocence fled to?
Gone are the days when humankind can look upon the world with eyes full of wonder or appreciation... All that is seemingly left are eyes of profit and suspicion, seeing only what can be claimed, only where the world can be turned to benefit us... The corporations have turned our hearts to greed, and this is not fully their fault, for we not only invited them, but demanded their corruption, demanded with the greed and perversity in our hearts, our desire to see the great mysteries despoiled and made base before our senses, demanded with our laziness and spite, that insist that they sieze our attention with such items, in exchange for a handful of penies, that we hand out with tight-fisted hands, cursing them for even that paltry sum...
Where is our joy? We curse the money spent, and for what did we spend it? We gain nothing in exchange for this never-ending cycle of exploitation and demand.... Are we made any happier for the transaction? Or are we left feeling emptier than before, our secret hated desires fulfilled but our higher minds left without the sustenance that the stars and the play of frost once fulfilled? The cycle endures, but do we wish for it to continue? Do we even have a say in it, or will the cycle forever persist, each unwilling party locked into a dreadful dance of mutual pain and despair, loathing the role, but powerless to resist the nightmare song sung by our inner selves?
Where are the stars?... Where is the play of frost on the window?...
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