Large erections of steel and concrete, looking for sensual openings in the sky, dot the landscape in countless modern cities of the world. Humanities perpetual desire to reach into the heavens is emblematic of our Icarus like pride. While Icarus flew too close to the sun, we have found a way to bring the sun closer to us.
THE SEARCH FOR SELF IN THE MATRIX OF SOCIAL GOVERNANCE
The need to grow devours the self. We pull together as a team, buried in a social blanket covering the sores underneath. It is a constant drone, a tibetan chant of consume, produce, and strive. We remember and then we forget. Then, we move on. Social media, news breaking, changes in the weather, something new to buy spin in a tornado of distractions. It is the 1984 version of double speak. The record is broken, skipping on a single line of code that is pushing us to build higher and higher until we can kiss the sky.