This day in virtual obscurity.
He is like a small boy at Christmas, an expression of pure joy. His wife and friends are there and they all look like they've just won the lottery. A moment to cherish forever as he backs his new riding lawn mower onto the 2x4s that extend from his pick-up truck. Carefully rolling it gently to the driveway for all to see. He is like a peacock as he walks around the mower pointing out all the wonderful features as his dutiful wife takes a couple snapshots for the scrap book. He checks the oil and tops off the gas tank before mounting his new best friend. With a turn of a key the mower comes to life, the noise is like a symphony to him the smell of the exhaust is the sweet smell of success.
With the blades engaged he glides onto the lawn and in about 5 minutes he is done because his whole fucking yard is about as big as a postage stamp.
And there he is, a man who is not satisfied. Like Don Quixote with the beast idling beneath him he eyes the empty field across the street. He does not see a field of weeds and tall grass he sees a wrong that needs to be righted. Putting the thing in gear he rolls forward towards his destiny...
I swirl the ice in my glass and think - 20 billion people (give or take a few billion) have lived and died since man took his first step. They all loved and hated, created and destroyed. They all felt pain and they all dreamed of a better life.
Many of them died in horrible, unthinkable ways. Many of them lived in poverty and sickness. Most of them never got past childhood.
Most of the world still lives in poverty and sickness, without even clean water to drink. 50% of all people alive today will never use a telephone or see a doctor.
We live like kings (Better then the kings of old) the richest among us live like gods. Even our pets live better then most people have. There are robots on mars and computers in cars. Millions of people connected by the internet, all mans knowledge at the tips of our fingers. I am startled out of my thoughts by the roar of the mower.
I stare at my neighbor cutting the grass in the empty field across the street. My chair is on level ground yet I am tilted, not quite right. His wife appears from the house with "a cold one for her man", there's gonna be a party tonight.
I would be an alcoholic if I wasn't to lazy to go make another drink.
With the blades engaged he glides onto the lawn and in about 5 minutes he is done because his whole fucking yard is about as big as a postage stamp.
And there he is, a man who is not satisfied. Like Don Quixote with the beast idling beneath him he eyes the empty field across the street. He does not see a field of weeds and tall grass he sees a wrong that needs to be righted. Putting the thing in gear he rolls forward towards his destiny...
I swirl the ice in my glass and think - 20 billion people (give or take a few billion) have lived and died since man took his first step. They all loved and hated, created and destroyed. They all felt pain and they all dreamed of a better life.
Many of them died in horrible, unthinkable ways. Many of them lived in poverty and sickness. Most of them never got past childhood.
Most of the world still lives in poverty and sickness, without even clean water to drink. 50% of all people alive today will never use a telephone or see a doctor.
We live like kings (Better then the kings of old) the richest among us live like gods. Even our pets live better then most people have. There are robots on mars and computers in cars. Millions of people connected by the internet, all mans knowledge at the tips of our fingers. I am startled out of my thoughts by the roar of the mower.
I stare at my neighbor cutting the grass in the empty field across the street. My chair is on level ground yet I am tilted, not quite right. His wife appears from the house with "a cold one for her man", there's gonna be a party tonight.
I would be an alcoholic if I wasn't to lazy to go make another drink.
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