Each new day, our science in schools and fluorescent-light-lighted corporate R&D laboratories give way to new toys with which to play or watch or yet further alter the general meaning of time.
The clock accelerates upon acceleration as weeks become the new years and decades the new eons; back upon them like immortals we can see the beginning, when PARC gave to Jobs, who in turn sold his birth right for a mess of shitty software, to Gates. Geeks now gods made eternal by the needs they have made for us, and the means by which to satisfy them that they have also provided for a small fee. We stand tall upon, rest assured in, buy virus protection and critical updates for, read daily news on, communicate with, and plug into our new jerusalem.
The new Gods change economies by merely updating corporate policy, and their impressed contemporaries buy low and sell high.
We the needy peers of nerdy gods quickly grow bored of much created, updated and sold as it quickly grows old, and new ages pass. Decades now measure the bones of far larger beasts than the ones that made my grandfather old, and die. We work faster and smarter, and buy ever harder, than that old man ever did. Waking up early and letting our bosses beat us to the car at the end of each day to earn for our new needs. Returning home at all due to desiring the new season, the new pilot, the new fix of pixels pushed by pixel pushing bots, eons stretch past our hindsight measured by sitcom opening themes, and countless advertisers. Markets flooded with electronic magic, worlds formed, subscribed to, and entered, lived in, paid for, bored by, and forgotten.
One day as, we pray, and hope, our cacophony of ones and zeros will play the right jingle through the right instrument to cause the clamor of software giants to hush. To become merely the blood stream of the new humanity linked and informed, programmed and infused with the infinite memories and experiences of all who can afford the luxury. Work will become a mindset, execution mere meditation, and peace will abound in all things being equal, as the individual mind becomes understood in a universe now collected and projected invisibly by broadcast and reception. Each head a node to a complex understanding of a smoother universe, needs being met by the responding mass of immediate empathizers, life becomes lived as mere frequencies in their modes, and keys, a symphony of wavelengths of sound, light, and the unseen but now exploited, the push to reach a nirvana of harmony played out on the airwaves of matter itself.
A beauty and reality that no doubt once ruled this blue ball and the infinity surrounding it was a universal consciousness and understanding of networked individuals, something not dissimilar to the future to which new age thinkers, sci-fi dreamers, and MIT bleeding hearts still yet aspire. This universe we now question or ignore, once rolled, and ebbed and flowed and danced, and played until consciousness feared to forget the experience, and the need to remember, gave way to the need to keep, and collect. Librarys were built with the blood of nations, only to be reduced to ash. Today hard disk drives large and larger are packed with efectively limitless expanses of information and eventually only crash. Ultimately contribution to the cause of keeping demanded compensation so that individuals could keep for themselves; and rules to protect the need to keep, gave to men, the right to rule. Once a universe of music and dream, is now a warehouse of politics, laws, policies and religions designed to protect, and determine who keeps what, and why. God once was the experience and joy of all existing to exist, but now He's merely the faceless unknown, told to take us after all we've tried to hold onto has been taken away.
