Progress, Part I
Progress seems surreal at times. Barely some 60 years ago, nobody had believed things like coloured televisions; men on the moon; a day that starts with a hurried shower, an omelette scrambled for breakfast, a cell phone, laptop, PDA grabbed and teleported to the office in the fastest cars money can buy; where said devices replace the ‘real’ world in an ever-more difficult race to keep in touch with it. Friends would be met in a virtual universe, in a ‘game’ where they are pitted against each other to take their lives again, and again, and again... Oh, the advancement of mankind! Why can’t we all just lay back, relax, live in a calmer world, without the perpetual overhearing of cell phone conversations of people passing by, the constant fear of people reading our text messages or the steady drain on our money over getting a fast internet connection? Why do we live in a world whose quality has so deteriorated over the ages? Where people just don’t have the time or decency to wait anym