I wonder: What is this world WE live in? The technology, everyone (MYSELF to be included at times) seems to love and can’t live without, attaches itself to OUR bodies and minds like symbiotic parasites.
I see: OUR youngest generations cannot image a world without it, yet I remember the world before the invasion; conversations and face to face interactions, a gentle touch and flash of teeth, the sparkle of eyes. No texting, and for sure no Facebook and its all consuming updates.
Words are MY art. MY environment a reservoir from which to draw MY catalysts.
I muse on: In this ocean of gadgets and the pervasive onslaught of corporate enculturation have WE forgotten the how and why of what put this species on the top of the food chain; OUR gregarious nature and necessity for social interaction?
A knife fills MY hand as produce finds IT’s shape. I discover THEIR new bodily configurations. The sustenance of OUR lives brings me the palette for one MY canvases.
I suspect: Though the sight has been lost on the sine qua non of physical communication and its precarious balance with the induction of technological innovation into OUR lives, WE cannot shun the techno-wizardry that encompasses our very existence. It is now an integral aspect of OUR communal identity. The smart phone, laptop, internet and blog encapsulate OUR very existence.
Compassion, love, and the KI of MY fellow humans are the tools that preserve the gears that turn the machine of MY CREATIONS, generating balance within their reality. THEIR paths coalesce into OUR perceptions and breathes new life to the stories of OUR existence.
Images skip: Do androids dream of digital sheep flittering across Youtube as WE fantasize of Facebook and our thousand friends?
Images augment MY message, yet movement fashions MY reality. WE are never static except but for one moment in life.
I see that: OUR culture and language flutters from OUR minds to our new digital voices. Let ME sing the songs of the analog revolution while YOU whisper to ME your digitized chimeras.
The pedals of a steel, two wheeled stallion propels ME to the house of our new techno-shaman. The avenue of MY existence rockets me onward. I see my universe in a haze of motion with stark clarity.
Thunderously: The ORACLE declares as YOU stand in awe and listen.
WE are ONE.
