This is nothing but the literal truth about what is happening to us.

We will remember a day when not everything was recorded.

We will remember a time when some of the trees didn’t have eyes.

When a trip in the car didn’t mean going inside.

Yes, the notion of ‘outside’ is gone.

We will remember a day when you could avoid yourself appearing in the perpetual pocket mirror.

Of whatever device or organ it becomes.

This is the literal truth about what is happening to us.

We will remember a day when we can look at the horizon and think of great distances. But we will not remember what they are. Or how they felt. Until we really truly read again. We are post-literacy if anyone cared to notice.

Now there are only satellite stars.

And the dew film of screen on our sleepy faces ceases to go away in the sunlight. We are the vampires now.

This is nothing but the literal truth about what is happening to us.

We will look back and see no heroes. Or horizons.

We will remember a time when the hills didn’t have eyes.

Point of view is over in the jungle cosmos of information. The end of discovery. The beginning of that great poet’s “Terminal Sophistication.”

We will one day not see a perspective or be awed by anything that appears farther than a screen’s distance to our eyes.

Like the jungle tribe New Guineans and the Buffalo on the North American horizon they thought were insects. Not two inches from their faces.

(My poetry is a trite copy of my Dad’s poems. But I learned a thing or two. About words. And their power.)

Words are no longer perceived as visual entities.

Music is the infinitely dominant art.

Perspective is gone.

Consensus is decentralized.

Peace is perpetual Struggle and Joy.

The struggle itself, that is, for freedom, ensured by War; both completely values only for some and hence, not for others.

Would happiness metaphysically mean stagnance?

As Mr. Smith had indicated to Morpheus.

The human drama must continue.

There are no spectators.

You are included.

We are finally no longer approaching “those days.”

These are those days.

This is nothing but the literal truth about what is happening to us.

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