Astrology or Astronomy, something is wrong with the way our universe works.
What we have accomplished:
The weather patterns can be predicted fairly accurately. For the most part, we can predict tsunamis, hurricanes, cyclones and most storms that would harm us as humans.
We have discovered that there is water, mainly in ice form on Mars, a planet that is approximately 225 kilometres away from the Earth.
We have invented drones that are used for photogrammetry (mapping) and drones that can survive in snow and rain.
Surgeons have successfully performed face transplants on about 40 patients worldwide, with 3 of them being total face transplants.
We have invented mobile devices that are like mini laptops and can function as an office assistant, recording our heart rates, our steps and our patterns of behaviour on social media.
But somewhere something is terribly wrong with our humanity.
It would seem that the more intelligent we build our devices predicting almost everything, the further we move away from human interaction which is vital for our survival and our emotional well-being.
Here’s what we haven’t changed:
We haven’t changed our way of communicating and our world has been taken over by greed, violence, and mayhem.
We have amassed possessions and value that above human interaction, love, and respect.
We buy expensive mobile devices that cost the same as some people’s annual salary. It can’t be to hear better or to take better photos so it must be for this “look” that we strive for which is to show other people how well we are doing.
We purchase fast cars that cost more than the average family home, knowing we could never drive it at the speed it was intended for. It must be the “look” that we are striving for.
We buy shoes that cost more than some people’s annual salary and some people proudly display their collection of shoes all costing that price. Do these shoes give our feet a longer life? Massage our feet while we walk? Or is this again simply for this “look” we are striving for?
Does it make us better humans wearing clothing that cost the price of a bachelor pad but can be damaged in a few seconds?
Our world has become about the “look” and we fight with others in our desire to attain that look.
We do not fight to change laws that shield and protect people from elderly abuse, child abuse, violence, and murder.
We do not fight and pour our money to build factories or assist entrepreneurs to alleviate the growing unemployment rate in our world.
We do not spend these vast amounts of money to assist the 22 000 children dying daily (according to the United Nations) from not having food to eat.
We do not pour money in order to gain a better understanding of racism, oppression, and injustice.
We do not use the money that we spend on expensive items of clothing by buying cheaper clothes so that we are able to clothe or feed our neighbour.
Instead, we mouth pleasantries when we see people suffer. We say we don’t have change when someone begs us for money to buy a loaf of bread.
We seem to have created a deliberate wall between those who suffer and ourselves and we then bemoan the loneliness that said wall brings.
We have all in some way built ourselves these ivory towers far away from the “problems” that other humans face on a daily basis.
We insulate and in insulating we find that isolating is a problem. So we sit in our house that is too big for us to occupy, with our cars that we can never use at the same time, wearing our clothing that’s so expensive we fear a tear in them, teetering on heels that walk the same dirty ground that being barefoot walks.
How sad that our reliance on artificial intelligence has severely stumped our emotional intelligence so that we do not have a clue about humanity and suffering.
Sadly, the fault lies in our stars. The stars we look up to that we may travel there one day and the stars that predict our daily living that we blindly follow.
In looking up we have forgotten to look around and down and embrace those that we think are not worthy simply because they don’t have what we deem valuable.
