The Crisis.
Economic growth
Increased production
Higher consumption
Rising employment
The relentless drumbeat of humanity
As it marches to the precipice
More medicine means less illness
More weapons means fewer wars
More prisons means less crime
More production means greater prosperity
More information means greater wisdom
More consumption means greater happiness
The mantra is repeated relentlessly
As we march forward
Convinced of the truth
Confident in the knowledge
Over the precipice
Into the abyss.
….which then leaves us to enjoy today in the unshatterable conviction that tomorrow has been cancelled owing to some terrible mix up…involving the mind .. a lack of appropriate awareness and consequent action,..choice…genetic reproduction an unconcerned universal template and the history of mankind…plus the odd bit of divine intervention on all sides apparently but not necessarily owing to some atheists who refuse to be de-apostasised and keep spoiling the credo…
obviously a good time for people to get together and dance heartily more , even whirl gnostically if you are in Istanbul….and sing a bit…apparently that helps… :).
every cloud has a …….
Wow. This is the first poem that has touched me in a long time. And the reply is equally as poetic. I’m in love…
Try this…
It’s new…