Everything binds to each other. It all bleeds and blends. Like interconnected dots, blood coagulates to scab a wound. We stem the flow. Throw on a band-aid. Put a damn up. Anything to thwart the chaos of nature.
Within a controlled environment, we manufacture new freedoms. We the protect the fragility of intention the best we can. But algae grows, and it doesn't want to move. We max out progress, assuming modernity is the acme of our potential. Indifference morphs into stagnancy and then a reignited desire for chaos.
Pushing onward is a mindset. When the thinking stops, and people resurrect the instincts of past, dipping their toes into the end of history. Time heals all wounds until the default setting becomes stale once again. “We are now condemned to live in exciting times,” writes author Shadi Hamid. How quickly we forget what was worth preserving.