I chalk this up to the assembly-line quickness and shallowness of Farcebook, which dominates all life. The mantra that "I've got no time. I must move on."
It's just life. That's the way things are. I don't propose to try to CHANGE it. I am merely saying: that's what we have become.
Of course there is still intellectual stimulation about. It's not like we have all become Hymie The Robot. But we only touch on things. On the surface of things.
We are so busy moving on to the next thing, like leaving a concert early to go and watch something else, that we don't have the chance to focus on anything.
To see and acknowledge the value in something. Or lack of value.
I dunno about you, but I find myself just skimming over some things on Farcebook or on the Net or wherever that I SHOULD really think through.
But I don't.
Instead, I feel like I'm on some kind of Farcebook assembly line of ideas. I've never worked on an assembly line, thank gawd. But millions have.
I wonder. After a while, do they even THINK about what they're doing? Or, like the mechanized assembly line they're part of, do they become just another part?
Business needs consumers to buy their products, otherwise -- I figure -- we would have become redundant long ago.
The fact is, I think, that we have become slaves to our own technology.
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