This is "Progress"?

I can't help but feel that the world we're living in is all wrong. That the "progress" you fight for is history laughing at us once again. That there is such a lack of cohesion in the ideals of all sides of the political spectrum (save those who are a faction in and of themselves) because they hold multiple mutually exclusive ideals as all being true. This holds an irreconcilable deviation from formal logic, and thus reality, which when forcefully enforced by arms of state will only end in a net-negative; no matter how well intentioned you were while parroting your faction's talking points and fervently fighting for "change". You would prefer that we all equally share Hell rather than allowing some of us to go to Heaven. 

Meanwhile culture has devolved into a frightening amalgamation of 1984 and Brave New World, wherein the "two minutes hate" has been perfected as the nightly news, the "orgy porgy" has shown its face in the rave and festival scene and there's nary a soul reading Pope or Shakespeare with all of the pornographic, action movie-esque and childish fantasy novels that are widely available. Art, itself, seems dead...and I weep for her daily, like one who has lost everything that had ever defined him.

It is me, all alone, I realize as I should have some time ago. My soul is so restless, in its broken cage, crying out for anything but this. But this is my role in this cosmic play, what I'm damned to be for the rest of my days. 

Author's Note

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