Look out upon the American Dream—
Scattered, diffused, withered by fear.
Objections, rejections, neglections—both cause and
Symptoms that emblazon our TVs—enslaving,
Plowing each generation under so many layers,
Media, medication—more and more available,
More and more untrustworthy.
I, myself, have fantasized about Nihilism, but think it leads nowhere.
Though people have escaped the sites where this all began,
Refuges camp within a confine of .com, cool, and/or counter-cool.
New shadow factories now construct huge chimneys
That reach far into the sky, clouding out reason.
“Professor, how come this class hasn’t changed with our changing needs?”
“The class is how it should be. Our basic human needs are the same.”
I mind back to Kahneman… Some cognitive illusions are more pernicious than others.
And then the professor added, “Let us begin, now, after all, everything is transitory.”
“Then why aren’t you, Professor?”
I want to be offered something new.
Something challenging—Profess “Has the vision
Of your hearts become blinded? Unlearn
What you learned, if that knowledge already brought you here.”
Instead he simply deferred.
So it is up to the next.
The longer you look at an object—the more abstract—
Abstractions, by definition, are not concrete.
Our mental tools shape and mold and deconstruct.
The longer we look at an object—the more abstract.
Abstractions, by definition, are easy to change.
Look at every object, longer and longer.
Object to a system needing to be plowed under.
Yet, we all fear what is ahead—
A Future of Uncertainty v. A Future of Futility
Unleash mental tools—sledgehammer, crowbar, club, spade.
Unlearn thought control politics, unlearn and become undone.
You are not beautiful as you are, because you are not yet done—
As society is not yet done.
Become undone—then, we can do something new.
We will tell the old guard they have been proven untrue.
We will tell the world something Paine knew was true:
These are the times that try men’s souls.
If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace.
Though you be children, you will act as the keepers.
And we will deliver a thoughtful revolution.
Thank you for those who read. I plan on entering a contest Friday, so throw some suggestions at me if you wish. And for good measure–check out the music with the speech that is now in my brain. The music was created by Michael Parker, a man of many talents who I met at Purdue. He mixed in Charlie Chaplin’s The Great Dictator with his own music.