To Be Young

Modernities Foundation

Modernity aspires

but is built

on shaky ground.
Our knowledge so finite,

much
built on superstition

Mand ignorance.
The infinite

beyond

ours to know.

Slowly,

so slowly our

knowledge grows,

building on itself

expanding faster

as time goes on.

How much

can we hope

to know

with knowledge

being infinite?
How much longer

can we follow

the word

of those

who lived

so long ago,

who knew

little more than

superstition?

Is there comfort

in not knowing?

Is ignorance truly bliss?

Can the human mind

as constituted

handle the truth,

or will it drive us

insane?

We are the product

of our little world,

designed just right

for the place.

It’s been said

that ...

To Be Young

I can still remember,
some of how it felt.
The newness of things.
Each day being a sunny day
of newness.
Exploration
of what’s all around you.
Exciting!

I can still remember the thrill
of it all.
The thrill fades over time
as life starts
taking its toll, its shots
at your body and soul.
Survival mode takes over,
as the realities of life sets in.

Years pass bloody and beaten now.
But a survivor
of the gauntlet called life.

I can still remember some
of how it was to be young.

The Melding

Watch the people.
They are changing

right in front

of our eyes.
Slowly,

incrementally,

they’re evolving,

becoming something
else, something more,

something different.
A new paradigm is

emerging.
Not very many years ago

people walked

down the street

looking straight ahead.
Today,

they bow at the neck

to the new god

they made,

worship,

and are connected with.
Technology,

information

is now what they

focus

on and desire.
Soon,

it will be connected

to them,

embedded

into their heads.
Soon,

they will access

the sum of all

human knowledge
with just a thought.
Soon,

they will communicate

without speaking.
The global