The universal truth about social interactions is now ruled by algorithms of engagement and endearment, seemly preferable to the almost septic touch of humanhood. Why this, instead of the natural and real behaviour? 

When you see people spending their time alone, curved, in front of a gate to a fantasy world, you know this new order of relations is probably not a good moment in evolution. Or is it?

Historically, there were always a specific moment of darkness, a pronounced lack of faith in core values in the human known timeline, before a major advancement occurred. The retributed, and mainly written facts were always of distinction, directed into either a new or a renewed core, intrinsically value based, theologically focused and even more intrusive in the way it ruled consciously dogmas an ancient norms. Aiming at a cleaner and clearer way to see the group as a whole this equilibrium of dissertions were assembled at the will of a few, and rather than to characterise a strong belief of humans into humans were merely a conditional demonstration of specific interests and deterrent ideas of the so called common good.

This was also a common denomination to a particular renovation of power, since a very long time now, repeating itself from a tighter cyclic chronological renewal to another. The prosecutors of this have been balancing the result into a more individual or more group/cult centric composition, making this range a possibility meant for, we, as a specie, to have an impetuous momentum forward in anthropological and social evolution.

What about now? Are we there yet? 

I see people neglecting, by choice, the presence of others, in a meal, at the same table! Parents lobotomising their own children with an electronic device, with the excuse of a much needed, completely egotistical, time for themselves. I know people who rant furiously behind a set of keys because they think they have to be a part of an angry digital mob about the tiniest subject of interest or importance. I have witnessed, in presence, people, side by side, having a digital interaction, rather than simply talking to each other. I see people, +90% everyday, looking down onto a small master of nothing, with the excuse of connectedness and of sharing life with strangers. This strange reality doesn’t affect me as it should, in the way i keep looking, aiming, to find the reflex of my next oblivion in me, and not in others.

This is simply when you look at the others looking at you. As if you were not strange enough by not being curved as they are. As if i am the only one, except the ignorants of age, generation, and instruction, not dominated by the call to be modern, as they are. As if my eccentricity of reserve was not enough for them to deny my presence as the lack of rapport i provide. As if i am not of their world. I feel like i am, but they do not. I am more aware of their reality, than themselves are of their own heartbeat. They sense and know it, instinctively, and run, denying.

This is the opportunity to be a part of the last part of the momentum. This one forcing society forward, the summit of the agnostic decadence transformed into the enlightened face of the descent. I am one of those parts, a real one, one of the ones descending into the group who is gathering the dogmas of evolution into the doubts of the next questions. Unanswering society’s disbeliefs and ethnocentric waste with the arrogant disdain of humility, brought from the responsibility of being aware, alive.