So You Think You Can Tell?

In dealing w/entities such as FB, Paypal, eBay, etc. it can be very frustrating to say the least. There is no one you can call to speak with, much less have a face-to-face chat with when you have a problem. The only option we have is email to 'The Machine'. What have we given up for the sake of 'progress'? Sure, these entities can be very convenient, helpful, profitable, & even fun; but what are we heading to w/such velocity? Remember the sayings: "a man's word is his bond" or "let's shake hands on it"? The only words we have now are pages upon pages of legal documents trying in vain to cover any loophole to protect said company, words that few, if any ever take time to read, all the while trusting that very 'machine' to have our best interest in mind. And as far as handshakes go, pffffttt! What hand? All because we as individual humans are so untrustworthy. So we don't put our trust in man, we put our trust in "The Man". The previous companies along with other behemoth organizations who might not be entirely faceless, yet too big to reason with (i.e. our government, religion, Walmart, credit card companies, banks, etc.) are following (or pushing) the avant-garde close behind. And 'The Machine' continues to roll along grinding its way on to oblivion as our 'so called' rights as individuals are given away at a faster & faster rate taking us willingly or unwillingly along with it. Are our personal relationships next? Or are they already on that same path?

So what does it all mean? What are we getting for what we are giving up? I don't know. But I would bet it will not be anything we truly want when it comes down to what is important. And what is important? I have a strong opinion on that, but instead of telling you what I believe, I think it would behoove you to ask the question for yourself. What is really...really important to you? That is one of the big issues I have with society (as well as myself sometimes). We are all in too big of a hurry to ask the big questions....What is important? What is all 'this' for? Why am I here? Do you think you can you tell?

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

"Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd