bo burnham has another lyric which i've been feeling lately, (i say ad nauseam)
-bo burnham,30, bo burnham
the most beautiful thing about living in modern times is the absolutely beautiful technology that has been invented, layers on layers on layers, a damascus steel cutting edge, but the horrors beyond our comprehension. cthulhu lies in the unknown. i remember reading about the dynamicity of the modern age, and how this exponentially increasing growth of development means that we will live a life very drastically different from the ones our parents did. the bones may be similar in a few senses: education, work, children, but all of these have changed so drastically, internally, that who's to say, really? nobody knows how we'll live but us.
it's natural to look up for help re: the entire concept of sadhus and mantris, but whom can we ask if nobody has the experience? how can i ask my grandparents, people i respect very highly, what to do if deepfakes of me are circulated? a few centuries ago, such a variety in shared experiences across a lifetime may not even have been comprehensible by most (don't take my word on this, i've barely passed history), but it most definitely is happening now, and we have to be here to face it. someone recently referred to me c/o my school as they won't back down in a difficult situation, but they will help.
i hope so, i think we may need it.
enough of fatalism: maybe if i make a separate ramble about the opposite of this happening, i too can be the next nostradamus. cover all bases! but, i think we'll be fine. as long as we've got each other, we'll be okay.