The virus has morphed into an IQ test

No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.

We are entering the golden age of stupidity.

People confusing belief for knowing.

Heart-improving pills costing thousands.

Taliban Taxes legislators allergic to reality.

Governments printing money backed by faith.

Wanting victory over nature: a form of suicide.

Encouraged politically correct humorless behavior.

Fewer people are reading, millions more playing games.

We have fundamentally misunderstood the legacy of 9/11.

Anal retentive micromanagers, little men with lots of power.

Target martinets are asking senior citizens for ID to buy beer.

Colluding politicians massively insider trading with no oversite.

Cell phone dummies, hooked on Cyber Heroin, stopping short.

Climate change deniers are teaming up with anti-mask morons.

Horn blowing drivers rushing to red lights, cutting off pedestrians.

Competent people are fired for some innuendo or inappropriate remark.

The world’s 2,153 wealthiest people’s money exceeding 4.6 billion people.

I was always amazed by the complex workings of the world.

But now I’m disappointed because our society is barely functioning.

I hope the virus will erode some retrogress, and we can again evolve.

Portent

Go down, this was not supposed to, desperate

clawing to survive, wrecked, altered, forever grieved lives.

 Calipee crescendos of despair, reverberating,

brought down towers of Babel believing in fairy tales.

Melted girders bent into shoelace knots,

crushed, tossed and blown dreams, bodies.

Do the dead know who killed them?

Do they remember who gave them their last kisses?

Crusades a thousand years old, resurrected, rejuvenated, implemented.

Searchers for diamonds among the bone ashes.

Tears long dried, streaming again in a Dead Man’s Float.

Satoru

Future

Time will take you on.

The future always comes a little before

 you’re ready to give up the present.

Everything has changed.

Everything will change.

The virus has morphed into an IQ test.

Life is not a dress rehearsal.

One moment of one day can change the rest of your life.

Look for it and be ready.

Satoru

The Millennium Crusades

Not to eradicate the Taliban and leave women at their mercy is a mistake. A religion that does not allow music is deceitful and sick. This was the same thinking that leads to the lack of file sharing that allowed 9/11 to happen and the beginning of the Millennium crusades. I was a witness, casualty, and close to victims of 9/11. I will never let it happen again. The negatives of revenge and protection will never outweigh the defensive action to prevent another catastrophe. I am inconsolable because of this catastrophe. I watched the towers’ trajectory, and in minutes the burst and the profound blackness of smoke and ashes of the dead fill the skies. An arc of time interrupted by eternity on the way down to a sticky coating of paranoia. Monsters were hiding in the debris below, and it took a civilized person to know who the real ones were. The more civilized people, the more vulnerable. I have intruded in this dust before. Before we became complacent, a nation of a culture of full-time irony. Before my heart was torn out.  Satoru

Conflicts

It is humanoid to have conflicts and opposing desires. Humans are excellent reward detectors, and it is our evolutionary legacy to reward our bodies and neurotransmitters. Our primitive systems alert us to anything that will reward us with what we need, want, or seek. We operate in the realm of instinct, reflex, anthropological heritage, and the indoctrination of advertising and technology. Our lives are saturated with allures, become phone dummies, text messages, take selfies, shop, gamble, smoke, have sex, drink, and overeat junk food. Our physical and mental systems were built and solidified when survival was competitive. This is why it is difficult to control our desires because addiction is a pathological form of learning built into our primary circuits. This is just one reason why people struggle with food addiction and obesity and have many conflicting thoughts and actions. This is why change is so complex and requires Herculean efforts to modify even simple desires. Superimposed on this physical imperative is the saturation of data and Big Tech, which aggravates our flaws and democracy while assaulting our capabilities to reason, trust, innovate, control, and act in our interest.

Satoru