I want to feel something. Something strong. Deep. Like when I look at my young son smiling. I want to rage against something, anything, but maybe what I should rage against is this twisted version of the internet-driven life that has sucked the soul out of humanity. The web was supposed to be a tool, not a prison.

We used to feel. We used to care. We used to build monuments that lasted thousands of years and inspired millions of people by showing the sheer grandeur that humanity can achieve. We used to put humans on a heavenly body. Imagine such a thing! Now it’s “who cares” or “whatever” - every injustice must be fixed before we can create anything. Or it’s “my group must have all the power” or my individual fiefdom is what matters. Collective action and unity are for suckers and losers.

We are long past useful solidarity in America. We’ve replaced our creed of pride, competence, achievement, and trust, with cynicism, sclerosis, and the crushing tyranny of low expectations. The meager ambition of our age sucks the feeling and meaning out of our lives.

Our acceptance of this failed state of being entrenches failed decisions, experiments, and policies. Why have we accepted living away from our parents? Our extended families? Why do we prioritize our careers over basic human needs? Why do we live atomized lives devoid of tradition and ritual? I want the world to wake up. We are asleep, and we need to understand that we could have it all if we only dared to reach.

Why do we accept cities that are designed for metal boxes? Why do we allow these boxes to kill more and more of our children? Why do we have so few children to begin with? Why can’t we build environments that nurture our souls? When can we build new monuments? What will build them to? What is replacing religion in our lives and the community that was our churches? All I see is mysticism and intellectual paganism as societal trust diminishes.

We must find new ways to unleash the human spirit and rekindle grand ambition. We must explore the stars. We must build a paradise on Earth. We must build monuments to our achievements and inspire future generations to struggle against the entropy of the never-ending technology-induced torpor. Endless "entertainment" jails our primitive minds and allows the worst and least scrupulous to extract the most. Above all, I want to feel. I want my pride, my awe, and my ambition, to overwhelm me. I want to be part of something greater. I want to live.

I want to feel something. Something strong. Deep. Like when I look at my young son smiling. I want to rage against something, anything, but maybe what I should rage against is this twisted version of the internet-driven life that has sucked the soul out of humanity. The web was supposed to be a tool, not a prison.

We used to feel. We used to care. We used to build monuments that lasted thousands of years and inspired millions of people by showing the sheer grandeur that humanity can achieve. We used to put humans on a heavenly body. Imagine such a thing! Now it’s “who cares” or “whatever” - every injustice must be fixed before we can create anything. Or it’s “my group must have all the power” or my individual fiefdom is what matters. Collective action and unity are for suckers and losers.

We are long past useful solidarity in America. We’ve replaced our creed of pride, competence, achievement, and trust, with cynicism, sclerosis, and the crushing tyranny of low expectations. The meager ambition of our age sucks the feeling and meaning out of our lives.

Our acceptance of this failed state of being entrenches failed decisions, experiments, and policies. Why have we accepted living away from our parents? Our extended families? Why do we prioritize our careers over basic human needs? Why do we live atomized lives devoid of tradition and ritual? I want the world to wake up. We are asleep, and we need to understand that we could have it all if we only dared to reach.

Why do we accept cities that are designed for metal boxes? Why do we allow these boxes to kill more and more of our children? Why do we have so few children to begin with? Why can’t we build environments that nurture our souls? When can we build new monuments? What will build them to? What is replacing religion in our lives and the community that was our churches? All I see is mysticism and intellectual paganism as societal trust diminishes.

We must find new ways to unleash the human spirit and rekindle grand ambition. We must explore the stars. We must build a paradise on Earth. We must build monuments to our achievements and inspire future generations to struggle against the entropy of the never-ending technology-induced torpor. Endless "entertainment" jails our primitive minds and allows the worst and least scrupulous to extract the most. Above all, I want to feel. I want my pride, my awe, and my ambition, to overwhelm me. I want to be part of something greater. I want to live.