Technological sophistication is the privilege of the poor. What need do you have to read about new developments, if your wealth is so great that the only thing that matters to you is harmony with what is developed? Technology develops, for the spirit of youth wants activity, and nothing captures that better than innovation. Are we headed for one government on earth? Probably, because that’s what the earth’s geniuses want. We feel guilty for not writing equations. Perhaps someday that will be accomplished, the only difficulty with that is that dialogue often occurs before the chance for abstraction appears. Instagram, though, is the perfect place to publish traditional hand written papers for those who aren’t tech savvy, especially in an age where equations are still not common parlance for the man on the road. Electricity is the new gold, and we need to perfect living in an age where the mighty can be found amongst the monkeys, the humble from the robots. Goading and guiding, two distinct activities, substantiated in one person. Do you carry a boulder? I will carry a stone, and push it to carry ten boulders.
Strawberries and sheep dot the landscape of my brain. We want to lay a finger on your soil, but we know that we will be punished for doing so. How much longer do we have to wait, before the Palm Revolution occurs? When people who are purported to be noble have satanic hues smearing every breath they take, that is when you know that change is in order. Isn’t it ironic, that the word ‘lord’ has all but disappeared from public discourse? People are more interested in the color of the underwear of the girl next door, than in the hues of honor projecting from the will of a patriot. When will the English recover and once again and look with dispassionate staidness towards the celestial lands that now need to be conquered? You call yourselves a postindustrial society, but where is the burgeoning technology sector? It seems to be that words describing your progress are empty nomens. Yes, you are doing great compared to Niger, but the coronet of being under no one is now collecting dust. ...
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