That Old Time Lie

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People wanted stuff brought to life with hands.
Busy hands creating machines to create more stuff and machines.
We were taught that was the way to progress and strength.
Is is not.
There are living things that live and feel pain like we do.
That is their strength.
The machine is steamrolling over them.
To the rest of life our machine is a hideous insatiable monster.
Too many have forgotten empathy towards life.
That will prove to be their weakness.
Too many have become cold and heartlessly efficient like the machines that were built.
There is a respect which comes in the knowledge of a connected world.
With the machines help that respect is lost.
Respect for life is born in the heart and soul.
To me that is proof there is a connection between cosmos and soul.
Call it what you wish …it’s the most important thing to know.
So contrary to what you’ve been told progress doesn’t come through a machine.
Technology built with hands is nothing compared to what simple life has given us.
Progress is what you reach out for that lives…to heal….to love…to respect.
Reach out like that and there is no limit to our progress.

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