For my Wise and Generous Parents, to creatures of the Blue Planet:
hy cannot a planet of such fertile hope stay apace with technology’s promise?
Cultures and beliefs lie suffocating beneath a swath of ignorance pinning your potential to the deck of this foundering vessel of civilization - a ship with innumerable captains and no navigator.
Humankind plots its course by observing its wake. At least it would, were anyone on the bridge.
The most important debate of this era passes unnoticed by all but a tiny concerned fringe of humanity: the distribution of wealth.
While the great dispossessed struggle in perplexingly-obeisant survival, a criminal wealthy minority selfishly embrace acquisitive greed, their useless selfish lives stained by failure to leverage power for the good of all.
Was it not always so?
Blinded by the pace of technology, believing it is doing your bidding, and sadly accepting social inequity as the inevitable way of things, the "ball is now dropped." Unless wealth is distributed, violence and corruption eliminated, and unless that ninety percent of the population - that neither knows nor cares which way is up - is brought into the effort, motivated by intellectual vigor, your future will be a false victory and an immoral success - corroded, rotten, and defective beneath its shiny surface.
In this condition your future, like any technology so based, is flawed goods destined to fail.
Your planet truly is that faltering ship in perilous seas.
Second-class passengers wring existence from bilge water, desperately tending a corroding hull. Meanwhile the crew busily heed elites’ entertainment and playthings as they party on oblivious to the tilting deck.
