The mouth gapes at the enticements inviolate. Upon which edifice do I ebb my flow? The mind reels as reality appears apparently regal in the heat rising from the molten sea of the fertile muse.
A blog? A blog. Ahh...blag, blag, blag.
Inscriptions: prescriptions combating infectious ennui at the line of scrimmage.
I thank the mind which raised common humanity from the level of grunt to verbosity to hieroglyphic and present representational thought. The technology has evolved from then until now, has expanded in its universality (though smaller vision sees only the present without appreciating the horrid historic ignorance once pervasive in the world) and has become effervescent and fluid.
The very young to the very old, the very rich to the very poor have common access to language, in all of its guises, as never before in the history of humanity. Yet, as we seem to be wont, we self-effacingly claim to "dumb" ourselves "down."
In the days of Pharaoh, kings were illiterate. I traverse the city, and find the smugly rebellious perfectly capable of defacing my tax-paid-for public facilities using phonetically spelled and artistically designed graffiti. What is more, I know quite well what they are suggesting that I do with my attitude, and who they blame for the world they experience.
Yet we label these metro-geniuses as significantly subhuman. Travesty.
Here we communicate instantly, in voice and text, using and understanding each. A miraculous age we live in...yes? And tragic.
