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All are worth what?

Satellite T.V. ? To broadcast what exactly, ads that bring virulent consumption to roaring?

Clear braces? Smiles needn't straightening, they need love and peace behind them, then we can straighten them as needed.

Water filters? Cleaning up our own mess takes more than filtering, it takes not needing to remove our waste, it takes our removing the source of the waste.

U.V. Sunglasses? Cool. Shades for a sightless collective.

Hang gliders? Okay, cool, until you fly over a war zone or a trash dump or a prison, or an ocean of man-made debris...

Electric car batteries? Okay, but to what end? The road?

Memory foam? Good, we could use some "reflection" on our use of Home, and, like the foam, we need strive to return it to its original state.

Athletic shoes? O! Great and speedy humans, you don't need to be athletic if you're outpaced by your genius. Shoes wear out, feet need feel the truth beneath them in the rat race.

Modern tires? Where did we think we were going on the "wheel", this circle we destroy by our "tireless" consumption and the speed of our invention's destructiveness?

(BAH HUMBUG, PRIME! YOU ACT AS IF WE'RE GOOD FOR NOTHING!)

No. We're pretty good at that, raging spirit.

(YOU BEAT ALL, YOU KNOW THAT, SCRIBBLER?)

Well it is not for trying, it is for the lack thereof.

(Silence...)

Hear the birdsong? What an invention...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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