As of late, I’ve convinced myself that I’m either extremely confused or overwhelmingly enlightened. Maybe I’m oscillating between the two. Which is even more confusing…or enlightening. Whatever.
I’m pretty sure a lot of us have discussed the oil spill in great detail. Some of us with sinking hearts, and others with a nonchalant demeanor. Some of us have cried, protested, and prayed, while others have tweeted, donated, and facebooked. And still, others are asking, what are we really doing?
Not just about the oil spill. But period.
I mean yes, as humans we have done some great things. We have flown to the moon (so they say), developed laptops that conveniently fit into manilla envelopes, and have even elected a Black President.
But if you ask me, I say in comparison to the history books most of us have read (and hated), our leaps of accomplishment are more like flea bites in time.
Consider that in 3500 b.c. Nubians were building pyramids. Fast forward to 2010 and Americans are camping out overnight to buy the latest smartphone.
Is this what scientists meant by evolution? Show me where to grow a new limb that will help me fly out of this place, and I will be there with my sleeping bag.
The majority of our “developments” are reactions to fear. Whether it be a machine that blasts air all over us as we walk through the security gate to a terminal, or a new gadget to take our minds off the fact that we just got our wigs blasted back, there is no question that our sanity is being swept under the rug, to clear the space for more confusion.
And just to further prove the point I think I am trying to make:
What is the purpose of an iPad?