There is no problem that doesn't have a solution. Most people are fighting to make enough money to provide for themselves and their family. They have a thirty second window to get the message and sometimes even that is too long.
Between work and home their heads are bowed to the phone. I walk without the phone in my hand. I see instead of look. I hear instead of listen. I smell instead of breathe. I feel when I touch. As for eating, I taste.
In live in Brooklyn I speak with people on the streets and avenues. I am trapped here for medical reasons, but I make the effort to be human. I say hello. Maybe the next time we speak. Never if 'they' are on a phone.
I don't talk to people about quantum physics, but do tell them about eternity. About the color of the sky. The breeze on my face. To create a communality to bridge the gap. We exchange names. I ask if they want to hear a poem.
For the most part and surprisingly they say yes. And they enjoy interaction with someone who isn't trying to sell them something. As for my friends. My smart friends. Their minds are also closed to ideas by the day to day worries.
"So what about you?"
Everyone's minds think all the time. Usually a looping of worries regrets and hopes and dreams and a slice of pizza too in NYC. With pepperoni. AS for intellectualism. I prefer Communality. 137 is just a number. A prime number. 1/137 is something altogether different and is the answer to nothingness. 137 is the odds that an electron will absorb a single photon.
Gimme Shelter
Listen to it loud
Foto Angkor Wat 1999 PNS
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