Saturday, December 19, 2009
Children of Children
The ancient ones never dreamed that we would have the power to travel back through time and pass the sun as we glide slickly into another time zone. They never dreamed that we would be powerful enough to turn rivers around and even to tame them, or with breathtaking greed, use them all up. They never thought about how, like ants with ugly tools, we would remove entire mountain tops turning them to dust and toxic water, and then, in our guilt, try to rebuild them.
They never dreamed that our thoughts would follow electrical pathways in the air and invade the day of those we know, or like, or love, in the flick of a second without imparting any thing of importance. They could never envision that we would be powerful enough to place electronic eyes everywhere and see from the mountains to the beaches to the bedrooms, all from the comfort of our throne.
They never could imagine that we would make new 'better' versions of living things and parts of living things to suit our tastes, both physical and mental.
They would have been aghast at the weapons of mass destruction with which we play so eagerly every day.
They never knew that we would become the false gods sitting on the mountain in huge temples of artificial gold growing ever so fat and complacent as we proselytize about truth and justice. They would be so frightened for us, their children, if they could have seen this future. They would be even more surprised that being so powerful we naively fear the strangest of things, such as the arrangement of numbers on a calendar. We are like mind-compromised children, fascinated by every little thing but learning nothing as we poke and pry and tear things apart.