Today, I was walking out of the local grocery store,
bag of Cheese Doodles in hand,
and I realized something.

I was embarrassed.

Not because of what I was buying.
Not because of what I was wearing.
Nor what I was driving.
Nor what I was doing.

I was embarrassed because as a member of a species,
as a function of matter and time,
my place in the universe somehow devolved.

We started as cavemen.
Discovering things.
Learning things.
The entire species actively engaged in progress.
Move up the food chain.
Explore and learn.

Then we come to modern man.
Consuming.
Contributing little, if anything.
Doing nothing for the species,
besides carrying DNA.

A small portion of our species researches.
They still hold the candle of the cavemen.
The desire to learn, explore, progress.
The majority...

The majority stands to the side while the few,
carried on mechanical wings of brass,
fly low through the crowd,
touching the hands of the confounded as they pass.

So I stepped out of the grocery store,
holding the summation of hundreds of hours of work,
realizing that I really only have two choices;

Find my brass wings.
Or.
Return to mindless consuming.

Throwing the snackfood onto the seat next to me,
I understood that perhaps,
Perhaps I'd already made my choice.

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