About cellphone-destroyed childhood and losing our species-soul through super fast living and “tech changes,” disregarding nature as the most important part of the human equation, replacing it with “robot.” Does Dylan have the answer? Is there any answer?
How much tech
will it take,
To lose our human soul?
The answer, my friends, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
Is mankind “doomed to the madhouse” as speculated by Eugene Marais for any species ripped away from their “type?” Our type being the paleolithic, dependent on adjusting to raw nature, our foundation. Or do we face “extinction by our volatile planet” as foretold by brilliant paleontologist Stephen Jay Gould? Or will we be at the mercy of “robot?”
My latest project, an upcoming book on 20th century poetic living, points out that we must not spend our time adrift in worry, instead shaking off worry’s handcuffs and living poetically with nature.
“Do not burn yourself out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast. Part time crusader, a half hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and live for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land. It is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it is still there. So get out there and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks. Run the rivers. Breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air … I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies. Over those desk bound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this, you will outlive the bastards.”