Change is such hard work. - Billy Crystal
Just in time for the end of utopia month (or maybe a little late), I thought I would add a few of my philosophical musings about its antithesis, dystopia. I call it An American Prayer.
After September 11, 2001, our world had changed. I think everybody recognizes that. A few of my thoughts on this:
· We prayed to the gods of war that we may drink the blood of our enemies. We suffer a loss of blood and treasure that exceeded our original outrage.
· We prayed to the gods of wealth that we may be a land of plenty. We suffer the loss of fortune that our generation had never known.
· We prayed to the gods of wisdom that we may know the answers and solutions to our troubles. We suffer irreconcilable discord.
· We prayed to the gods of commerce that we may prosper and be productive. We have stagnated with no end in sight, filling only the coffers of the greedy.
· We prayed to the gods of our fathers that they may vanquish the infidels. Only to find we are the infidels ourselves.
Who says prayer doesn’t make a difference?
Let the rant quest begin.