Are we becoming more akin to a Dodo? Not the spikes in fuel costs clipping our oil-rubbed wings but rather becoming so lazy as to not bother with the perils of leaving the ground. Like Antaeus so strong when afixed to the earth but now in danger of being beaten by Heraclean loftiness; we stumble on our island of poreless faces, hairless expressionless and aspire to create flower upon flower. Is it new that politics and public pronunciations can no longer go under the microscope to be discussed and digested? It is as if the display is enough. Even fireworks, unless you’re a Chinese bureaucrat, are formed from the chemistry of the earth.
The public, if there is such a thing, seems content to wait for the salamander to arrive. With the Internet proving to be a conduit for the emergence of designer religions that mix science and science fiction, racketeering and psychobabble.
All fixated with celebrity and waiting for their Mephistopheles to lead them closer to utopian myth. A world in which there are no wars, no holocausts, and no persecutions because they have finally defeated the yearnings of people and established millenarian paradise. Complete with small buzzing earphones from the good people named after a certain forbidden fruit.
