Each morning I travel The World through The Internet. The breakdown in self-control and the spiraling nose-dove of morality is startling. The pandering of celebrities and the madness of crowds, juxtapose like moths round a candle flame. The thirst for fame is at an all-time high... and there is nothing some people won't do to get the attention of the cell-phone cameras now filming everywhere... all the time.
It seems that people are losing interest in mainstream entertainments and the studios are hemorrhaging money... the banks are failing... troglodytes are looting stores for... crap. Fighting in the streets is commonplace... while hundreds of thousands of migrants wash across the American borders in a tsunami wave of hunger. It's hunger of every kind... everywhere... for everything... all the time.
I spend somewhere between half an hour and an hour, making a routine 5-elements diagnosis of the culture. I take its pulse. I sit by its bedside... looking thru the window at The Graveyard of Empires. It stretches across vast expanses of time and distance. In the older portions, the headstones are worn away or gone altogether. No one now alive remembers what happened then. This is a big one about to encounter The Big One. It's... only... a... matter... of... time.
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