Illusions, Elucidations.
Formulating thoughts is perhaps the best way to go about thinking.
The ability to take the reins and tame the wild ass of the mind is a forgotten practice. There are those of us who walk the same path as Phaeton, and will no doubt find our unbridled self-assurance, backed by naivety, maps our undoing.
Thus, the herd marches. Devouring all it encounters. Trampling all forms of growth. Denying all paths forward, though none among them knows the destination. Defecating upon all that was made available to them through the exhaustive efforts of the disciplined minds, the sages and their ilk.
The vast assortment of knowledge made available during the technology boom has undermined the importance of learning and the encouragement of curiosity. There is a surplus of information at our fingers but no one to explain the lesson, no one to give us the moral of the story. No one to tuck us in as we close our sleepy, sluggish eyes and trust that the decisions are best left to the experts we see on television.
If there were anything we should be worried about...
If there were something we need to figure out prior to our deaths, prior to being pulled back into the great blender-in-the-sky, prior to the mind-fuck, the soul-wipe, the heart-plunge, the hard-reset, prior to spinning the wheel of Samsara...again...
Surely, someone would have told us.
Right?