“It is the one who can think of no alternative to their enslavement who is truly a slave.” Wendell Berry (adapted)
Never Noticing So many have surrendered and demand to be managed, chained to the dulling process of quiet self-degradation, shovelling their own graves in their algorithms of complicity, never noticing the simple freedom of gulls and wrens. Chained to the dulling process of quiet self-degradation, a self-imposed exile alienating the beating heart of life, never noticing the simple freedom of the gulls and wrens, the conversations of trees and shoreline waves lapping. A self-imposed exile alienating the beating heart of life, forgetting the joys of wholeness and the stirring of passion, the conversations of trees and shoreline waves lapping, the triumph of gnosis over the beauty of creativity. Forgetting the joys of wholeness and the stirring of passion, shovelling their own graves in their algorithms of complicity, the triumph of gnosis over the beauty of creativity, so many have surrendered and demand to be managed. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
