EVEN BY THE MONUMENTAL POWER OF OUR MANY GLORIOUS TECHNOLOGIES:
We Fail to Replicate A Single Portion of True Majesty or Grandeur:
I long to gaze upon the stars of my ancestral home, but the many beads of light, so resplendent in their place, cannot hope to duplicate that familiar humbling presence. I find it difficult to glance upon these haphazard, make-shift stars with any form of reverence, respect or awe. No longer am I encapsulated by the glowing mystery of some far and distant sun; but rather I am taunted somewhat cruelly, by this discouraging array of demented flash-bulbs.
I long to gaze upon the stars of my ancestral home, but the many beads of light, so resplendent in their place, cannot hope to duplicate that familiar humbling presence. I find it difficult to glance upon these haphazard, make-shift stars with any form of reverence, respect or awe. No longer am I encapsulated by the glowing mystery of some far and distant sun; but rather I am taunted somewhat cruelly, by this discouraging array of demented flash-bulbs.
posted by Valhenstrogg | Monday, August 30, 2004
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A brief yet scathing piece, intended to unmask the grim and mishapen face of the growing technological establishment, which has robbed us of our reason, by way of the harsh but inevitable progression toward the ultimate destruction of the natural world.
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