Heinously frivolous, this species who valued more the experience of convenience, than they valued the experience of LOVE.
It shall be epitaph of man, unless soon we place more value on savoring the ritual of loving every beauty, of every moment, of life, than our rushing without point, to gain and consume more and more vulgar junk, which then we will sacrifice our lives to protect and hoard.
It would be laughable if not so insanely sad…
“He in whom the love of repose predominates will accept the first creed, the first philosophy, the first political party he meets — most likely his father’s. He gets rest, commodity, and reputation; but he shuts the door of truth.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson