PROGRESS?

What a tragedy is hidden in shape of false friends. The ambiguous threat, the shake of hands, the offer of a prosperous dawn, it is all, how would I call it? Bullshit? It is amazing how we fight for a better tomorrow and construct devices of all kinds, that at the end will be our jailer at the same time that our executioner. Perpetrating the big escape using the same methods that provoked the catastrophe is not the best solution. The problem stems from our automation, we are so enslaved; we are so dependent that we are the real robots of the new millennium. It is ironic how much we rely on our machines and is precisely on that trust, where lies our weakest point, our Achilles’ heel. In the dream of being capable to control, we are controlled, and in the loss of all kind of respect for what is natural, we get back the slap on the face to the point of total destruction. It is complicated to come back to the roots when the roots are broken, rotten or missing, isn’t it? I know. We should be running naked in the wild, building them up again, regenerating them with the sip from the fresh water original source. But how big is the cowardice and the fear to be the first, to be taken as a demented and to live in here like in an open prairie, where the grass is our bed, and the goods that we depend on, are just the ones that we are blessed with from within. I feel myself on the obligation to assert that to develop our glorious nature, doesn’t require from the slightest achievement in the mechanization field; that technocracy is not going make it any easier for us to live in harmony, and that finding the way of functioning with the help of no prostheses, is one, that has come to be, a fundamental need. B_Nour