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The year is 2023 and to me it reads like Some date imagined in a futuristic novel In a mere hundred years those born today Will be long dead like the rest of us It is becoming harder to tell the passage Of time as the years continue passing by But nations scramble and empires fight on I am forced to wonder what it is all about I experience it as being important because It concerns me since I am a part of it now But I recognize how this is and will always Be a lie that future generations must relive I tell myself that it is my work that matters But I know that this is a comforting tale And so I wonder what it is that we are doing It is apparent to me that we miss the point Some measure of progression simply leads to New problems under our primitive definition Of what we think this advancement truly is So I conclude that we haven't found it yet The span of a human life is way too short For any of us to truly take part in this Having lived half of the maximum due to me The end is as imminent as youth yesterday If this is the case then what is the point? To continue for the same mistakes to repeat People are idiots stuck in their paradigms Thinking themselves clever through science But I think it is time for us to wake up To evaluate the root cause of what we are About and even the environment will be saved Asking unthinkable questions redeeming us Nature is brutal and so struggling will Always be a part of it and necessity is The mother of invention while we don't Know what is good for us until we lose it We will keep on inventing new technology To alleviate some form of trivial banalities We are a species prone to conflict and drama Our goals are sadly oriented toward these It seems like it is born from insecurities Passed down from generation to generation And so I wonder what our world would be like If everyone would agree that they are OK But someone always has to get the upper hand Someone always takes advantage of someone else And this is reflected in the field of nature Would it be synthetic to explore alternatives? Would it be a boring and meaningless existence? I could try to soothe-say and be witty now But I would rather not offend you with pity And tell you that it would be boring to us Because we are primitives who enjoy sparks Of conflict and drama both in love and war And so we express this struggle with art And science and discuss them philosophically

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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