Yesterday I wrote about newspapers and old papers. Today I continue that train of thought on old and new things.
The older I get the more I am certain I don’t now anything at all. All I do know that life need not add up or make sense. The world is an inconsistent collection of randomness explained to us by experts who hope you are not really paying attention.
Stop, have a look around. Try and observe life as if you are on the outside and you will see how funny life is. In the spoiled west we seek solace in old works of art from century old painters, we seek zen like simplicity in nature with views that are unchanged for millennia and yet still we grow more and more dependent on incremental fixes and upgrades, we are devoted to our hedonic treadmills where we fixate our new versions of watch, phone, laptop etc…
Both hungry for a world that never changes, while all the time thirsty for the new.
Sea's The Day 