The Rambler's critique of a world of magnified Trivialities

So, as it happens, I’ve come to see that knowing a lot is not knowing enough: hypocrites everywhere teaching what they preach and failing their own tests; ignoramuses ignorant of their own ignorance, wading in mires of misconceptions, molding mountains out of mole hills in which to entrap the virtuous intellects; tiresome debates here and there, persistently aggrandizing so-called controversies, burdening burdened masses with ear-bleeding sing-songs of the glaringly-obvious “good” and “bad” of a rapidly-changing world. And yet, from who knows when until today still the majority sins, the totality suffers. But as always, few care! Loudest are these incessant whines about the state of affairs of a today that seems to be tumbling hopelessly down the drain! I give an ear and wonder when it is that the realization will come at last and expose the true archenemy lurking under the skin. Perhaps that would put an end to this viral preference for keeping busy tracing figure eights in pursuit of the arbitrariness that’s perfection. Irony of the sort: it’s this ever-lengthening chase that carves out a path-of-no-return that is not knowing at all and knowing too little. Reason why today is better in more ways than yesterday though this better today stands and is continuously being built on the porous foundations of yesterday and its age-old woes. No wonder all these virtuous intellects…the true, heedful architects…here and there, time and again, shouting out to call attention to the flaws under and still managing to get themselves heard—at times—even over the technological roar of the age! I watch this all come to pass and come to think that perhaps—perhaps—why this dysfunctional world even still exists is because it’s in some unconventional kind of balance. Or perhaps, it is just I, whose wisdom needs questioning.

This poem first appeared in my collection GREY MORNINGS, BLACK NOONS AND WHITE NIGHTS