Who
understands more
than a single percent
of what he believes?
Technology
has left us sitting in our Model T Fords
wondering
that a car can be started remotely.
We
don't understand how our GPS really knows
where
we're going or how to get us there.
Most
of us are still wondering how the detergent
gets
out of those little pods we throw in the washer.
We
stroll through the supermarket without an inkling
of
the intricacies of packaging, refrigeration, transit.
Belief flirts with
convenience.
Faith beds naiveté
while
meaning merely winks.
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