A kind of postmortem examination
was done on him
long before his actual physical death
because unfortunately,
his brain became quite un-alive
after the innocent age of childhood.
Miseducation, brainwashing commercials,
propaganda-oriented news networks,
and being satisfied with remaining
in one dull routine after another
all contributed to his cadaverous pseudo-existence.
He often watches television and, of course, likes sports.
However, the little birds who nest in his yard
have far more compassion and life than he ever did.
Red House Finch Eggs … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2019
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Stare at television all day long, buy another pack of cheerio-pops when a commercial comes on and call it ‘free will.’
(Whispers … not for me!)
Yes, Joanne, that’s just how it is, sadly enough. And multiply that by millions.
I’ll be mentioning “free will” in an upcoming blog (on Aug. 23rd); keep an eye out for it. 🙂
I think even more people are becoming like this today.
Yes, Scifi! Education and parents are doing a fantastic job at cranking out nonentities.
The human race is definitely becoming more stupid. 😦
Don’t know whether this makes me laugh or cry!
It’s been both for me for a long time, Harini… a long, long time.
Generation of instance gratification. Very clever and funny too😊
Funny, yes, but immeasurably sad… very sad and tragic really.
The zombie apocalypse, perhaps?
Good way of putting it, Eilene! They are everywhere and they are tearing down the natural world slowly but surely.
Well said!
Thank you much, BR. I wish it could be about how wonderfully aware and compassionate the masses are… but reality is reality.
Beautiful eggs! They are quite the metaphor. So many retreat to their homes and stay there, not having the energy to keep up, their only relationships with TV and radio personalities. Could write a poem about the perpetually busy ones, too.
Yes, Jane, taking many long-distance vacations in fossil-fuel spewing planes isn’t the answer either. There are plenty of active zombies out there too, unfortunately.
Judging by the existing comments, I’d say your chances are 50/50. Lol! So: “than he ever did!” I believed we are gifted with strength in return for enduring troublesome times. I too, have in many ways, become cold emotionally; as if cut off from the life you really wanted is some kind of prerequisite for feeling sorry for yourself. And where does that get ya anyway? What you need, is a sympathetic ear. I listening… $3.00 per minute :o)
The ego is largely a result of multiple distortions. Maintaining this ego and nourishing this ego, psychologically, extends sorrow.
A profound acknowledgement!
Yes that’s true, it is very sad though.
Yes, but the good news is we can be beyond it. 🙂
We can of course, if we are willing to forfeit instant pleasure and be mindful of our existence.
The eggs are beautiful. There’s nothing so lovely as the dedication and care bird parents show toward their offspring — even when they’re still in the egg!
The birds live a sparse life, eating what morsels they can find and building a nest which they craft themselves and then raise their young. They are careful to never let those nestlings out of their site, even after they fledge. The fledglings are near the parents and under their watchful eye. They are not put into the backseat of the car to be transported, then forgotten about until the end of the work day. I am horrified that someone can be so forgetful or not in tune with what they are doing to do such a thing. But then I am horrified or left shaking my head every time I turn on the news anymore.