In an age where
we humans
are mostly amazed
by the toys we’ve
created ourselves,
the forests
and glaciers,
oceans and skies
are now objects
of pity and guilt.
Diminished and poisoned,
ravaged and slaughtered,
our former gods –
the awe of ancestors –
fall at our feet,
close to death.
Meanwhile,
we trundle through life,
plagued by malaise,
fuelled by futility.
A pervasive but modest
despair,
at the root of which
is a gnawing question
drowned out by
a billion distractions.
A meaningless meme,
a pointless high score,
an ad for insurance,
a handful of likes,
all surpass anguish
and wonder.
Reading: Alain de Botton,
The Pleasure and Sorrows of Work
http://alaindebotton.com/work/
Where Were We? 