Preoccupations

            As a writer, I have a great preoccupation to address to you, my many friends, my readers.  I see, day after day, increasing (and preoccupying) intolerance for books and knowledge not only in part of our youth but also in our adults, middle-agers and, sometimes, even in myself as well.  We complain then about the violence that our children increasingly take part of in video games, cinemas, and advertisements, blasted to them from every corner.  However, have we ever stopped blaming the media and thought about who was the real culprit for such disdainful crimes? Who were the ones who influenced our generations into believing that intellectuals, readers and researchers were outdated?  Generation, simply take a look in the mirror; one out of two say you are going to see your influencer reflecting your wrong-doing back at you.

            We indulge ourselves every day in a non-intellectual spree through life, reading and researching less as we go along.  Worst of all, we seem to be happy in our overly lazy lives, indulging ourselves with distractions that separate us from the truth: we are a backwards civilization.  We are not evolving; we are devolving, and part of the cause is our lack of intellectuality. This includes our lack of reading, questioning ourselves, questioning the world, investigating, being curious, and striving for the truth no matter what the cause.  Why then are we so shocked when it comes to digress in socially acceptable philosophy?

            When it comes to philosophizing about anything and everything, our community nowadays views his or her opinion as key to understanding and helping humanity.  Well, how can you make such exaggerated opinions known to the public when it is an uneducated opinion?  It would be just as bad to see a “doctor” without a medical degree and find his word to be the highest authority on the subject.  That is complete and utter “bullshit”.  Pardon that colorful expression.