The Future (explored:)
We live in an unheroic age.
We are not without our heroes; the carer who sets aside their own comforts that another may live with dignity, the rough men who stand ready to do violence on our behalf that we may sleep easy in our beds at night, the voice that calls out against injustice when those about them keep silent.
But as A People, we are no longer heroic. We have lost our sense of purpose.
Fifty years ago we decided to walk on The Moon. And did it. And haven’t walked there since. When my father was a young man, the Atlantic could be crossed in 3 hours (if you could afford it.) Now it takes twice as long.
The power and highway networks we depend were built by our grandparents. Our railways, by theirs.
All these things were done because we, as A People, had the vision to see beyond the horizon. Because it was the right thing to do. Because we looked to the future instead of to a quick buck.
And it was this vision, this investment in Our Future, that brought us, as A People, in three generations, from living in stone huts to the American Dream. Hell, even the music was better back in the day.
And where are we now?
As A People, what have we created from this legacy?
As A People, we have technology and wealth beyond the wildest dreams of our grandparents, beyond even the dreams of Avarice. And what have we done with it?
The richest 85 people today, who would would all fit on a single bus, own more than half of all humans alive today.
Our young people can’t find jobs. Working Joe is bring home the same now, in real terms, as he was 30 years ago. Our brave new world hasn’t taken away our cares, it has taken away our futures. Meanwhile, the wealth of a million factories is pushed into fewer pockets.
What do we do we, as A People, do with this legacy? Look at videos of cats playing the piano, take bad photos, and moan.
What would the more heroic people of an earlier age have done with this legacy?
They would have rebuilt the world.
The Future (explored:)
We live in an unheroic age.
We are not without our heroes; the carer who sets aside their own comforts that another may live with dignity, the rough men who stand ready to do violence on our behalf that we may sleep easy in our beds at night, the voice that calls out against injustice when those about them keep silent.
But as A People, we are no longer heroic. We have lost our sense of purpose.
Fifty years ago we decided to walk on The Moon. And did it. And haven’t walked there since. When my father was a young man, the Atlantic could be crossed in 3 hours (if you could afford it.) Now it takes twice as long.
The power and highway networks we depend were built by our grandparents. Our railways, by theirs.
All these things were done because we, as A People, had the vision to see beyond the horizon. Because it was the right thing to do. Because we looked to the future instead of to a quick buck.
And it was this vision, this investment in Our Future, that brought us, as A People, in three generations, from living in stone huts to the American Dream. Hell, even the music was better back in the day.
And where are we now?
As A People, what have we created from this legacy?
As A People, we have technology and wealth beyond the wildest dreams of our grandparents, beyond even the dreams of Avarice. And what have we done with it?
The richest 85 people today, who would would all fit on a single bus, own more than half of all humans alive today.
Our young people can’t find jobs. Working Joe is bring home the same now, in real terms, as he was 30 years ago. Our brave new world hasn’t taken away our cares, it has taken away our futures. Meanwhile, the wealth of a million factories is pushed into fewer pockets.
What do we do we, as A People, do with this legacy? Look at videos of cats playing the piano, take bad photos, and moan.
What would the more heroic people of an earlier age have done with this legacy?
They would have rebuilt the world.