A changing world.

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The young simply live with change.  They don't always get it, they really don't need to get it.  Not while young.  They can join in when and where they can or stay out if it's not to their tastes or needs.  In a career, they have to, then, stay up on the changes to stay employed.  Some change is cultural, some is social, some mechanical.  All things change.  Sometimes in increments, sometimes by leaps and bounds.  Often the change seems to be for the better, but isn't.  Imagine, for example, if electricity went away.  That isn't a possibility, it is a certainty, at some point in our history.  We think with the length of our lives, not the certainty of history and the natural realities that surround us.

The point I am getting to is, that at some point people stop trying to adjust to changes... or lose the ability to do so, or even to notice the changes.  I wonder if I am there yet, or not.  Oh, I am sure some of the young would think I am not keeping up, with texting or such.  They don't understand that I simply have no need or want of such.  Given my situation, I am fairly well aware of changes.  I am more balking at some, while ignoring others, and still using that which fits how I do things.  Actually, I am probably still advanced on some things.  Not really for trying, more by needs and wants.

Still, I realize times are changing at a greater pace than ever.  If I also see a nexus.  The drive forward has gotten beyond the ken of man and only two things can happen, as to change.  The one possibility is that the driver of change will be automated.  In such a case, no man will be able to keep up.  Change will just happen.  Personally?  As suspicious that I am a form of chaos myself?  I don't think that will happen, or if it is tried, it will fail swiftly and terribly.  Why?  Chaos, which brings change, requires purpose and reason.  An automated chaos would not have... a will, only, perhaps, a way.  Just... trust me.  Or don't.  Doesn't matter, in this case.  The other option, the one I am seeing more likely, is a push to retrograde... to change, but change back.  Oldschool.  That I see even the hipsters looking at.  Many, especially the newer gens, realize they are so far underwater, out of their elements, and dispossessed by it, that they will either become slaves to the system, or break away and become their own lords.  Choices are simple, but harsh.  Such, as maturity dawns, is the realization, and truth, of life.

I think the robber barons, too, are in trouble.  It isn't just Joe the Plumber.  It is the billionaire, the state (of whatever size), the company, the church... all have used and pushed beyond their means and truths and are now facing everything from impossible to maintain structures and services to disenfranchised believers, users, buyers, and sellers.  All alone in their towers, while the hordes gather and rage.  I don't even think us "peasants" need actually revolt.  A collective shrug, then walking away, and these things can simply whither and die.

Yes, I am still aware.  I simply won't become addicted to tech, or use things that are more of a complication and expense and binding tether than any real use.  I have friends who are trying to back up their life on hard drives, or document their research... all for naught.  Some have never even have had children, or protege.  What is the storage... who is to receive the storage?  Can they even keep up with the tech to keep the files current to tech?  Trapped in their own minds, I suggest.  I suppose a harmless hobby, unless it cost them a real life and family.

Dark dreams... I can't see past the emotion.  Is that part of this post?  I don't think so.  This post was just... me figuring out my place in some things this morning.  I am saying that I do understand what is changing, I simply don't choose to be a part of the aspects of it that I wish not to pursue.  Do not think you are ahead of me... if you are going the wrong way.  Do enjoy falling beyond in your race to succeed.  It just means I'll be and remain well ahead of you.  Later.