I’m not sure why I have a website anymore. The great multitude fled to “social media” platforms where truth rides on an algorithm that insures the truth is for sale to the highest advertising bidder. Social Media serves sound bites of information disconnected from the rest of the universe in order to entice the mind into doing things that are outstanding and perverse.
Unfortunately for the traveling Medecine Man, I have tasted the snake poison of a thousand miracle merchants who peddle the impossible impossible dream.
They are equipped with loud tongues, arms that flail windmills, and swift feet to stay ahead of the gullible’s dawning realization of their victimhood. They leave a weary and bad taste in my mouth. Had it made us happy, we’d have quit the race and enjoyed our life. The rat race algorithm is tuned to increase our desires along with our accomplishments. And, don’t forget the race is named after rats.
Let this be a place where the myths that birthed our past rest in peace so we may create new myths that renew our spirit. For the old myths live and have lived in the lives of our ancestors and die along with them, leaving us free to carve unhewn boulder futures. You can also expect wordplay here.