Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Henry Miller

We devise astounding means of communication, but do we communicate with one another?

We move our bodies to and fro at incredible speeds,

but do we really leave the spot we started from?

Mentally, morally, spiritually, we are fettered.

What have we achieved in mowing down mountain ranges, harnessing the energy of mighty rivers, or moving whole populations about like chess pieces,

if we ourselves remain the same restless, miserable, frustrated creatures we were before?

To call such activity progress is utter delusion.

We may succeed in altering the face of the earth until it is unrecognizable even to the Creator, but if we are unaffected wherein lies the meaning?

1 comment:

Alexandra said...

Again to let you know, your bog is very important to me and I love the fact that each morning there is one for me to read! Thank you Antony