We live in a world
Constructed by technology.
Technology is our genie.
For every “How do we do this?”
It stands as an answer
Always at our command.

Man has now got
What he always wanted
Comfort, ease, convenience,
Control…
And yet something feels amiss…
He hasn’t got it all…

Does having it easy mean being in control?
Does having choices mean greater freedom?
Does having the answers mean you know?
Does the erasure of labour mean accomplishment?
Technology has lived up to its promise of a new world
But whose idea of an ideal world is it?

Our assumptions now stand before us
As questions… questions that we still
Do not have the answers to
We think our technology will give us these answers…
But it only echoes
What we already know.

Technology stands before us like a mirror
Reflecting our limitations
Suggesting to us that there exist
Higher frontiers for humanity
That this cannot be it.
Progress is internal enlightenment, not external augmentation.

Digressions and entertainment
Are not a solution to the problem of sorrow
And while speed may bring efficiency
It also bulldozes experience
That amazing human capacity to rise to a higher state
By grappling with difficulty, challenge and conflict.

Technology in giving us what we want
Has taken away from us our need for fulfilment.
Engineered to give us what we search for
We’ve come to misconceive information as knowledge
We now live in limbo
Wondering what it means to be human.