Another wave of useless information
assaulted his senses. The world was awash in the flotsam and jetsam
of trivial tidbits – yet so many followed and regurgitated this
noise that any useful facts were drowned out. A dog chasing it's own
tail looked more intelligent than this. He focused and the static
went back down to a dull roar in the background.
Would humanity ever progress beyond
this twitching stagnation? He couldn't picture anything shifting
general consciousness out of this quagmire. The tune might change,
but the notes weren't going to sound any better.
More than anything, he wanted to shift
gears. To operate on some other level of thinking. One that didn't
sustain itself by volleying the same niceties and moral outrage
indefinitely like a global game of pong. The problem was that there
was nothing to feed this new habit. No surface to reflect any
worthwhile ideas on. No fuel to invigorate any pursuit or any
benchmark of a goal to reach.
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