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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall...
Precariously walking from one end to the other, a judicious placement of feet, limbs outstretched in the pursuit of precious balance.
A dangerous prospect, walking on the thin line that forever separates two universally opposed forces: progress and perpetual improvement versus decline and utter destruction.
Placing unthinking trust in a technology that, originally, most would never even attempt to understand; believing if it could elevate people so, then surely its use would never do more or less than that.
But then, in the delicate art of tightrope walking, all it takes is one microsecond of inattention, of averting the eyes, for that foot to land not quite right and slip off the edge where gravity takes hold and the fall commences. Then...
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall...
The sudden, lurching stop, shattering the object into a million pieces. Due consideration is given to the questions that remain: what had gone wrong, where was something overlooked?
The simple fact remains, though, that in redrawing the blueprint of life many things are left out, eradicated, in the endless search for perfection and the ideal fad of the year.
These things, seeming so small and inconsequential, exist for a reason, providing a variation and unknown purpose until that critical hour; potential salvation snatched away from hundreds of thousands worldwide, all without their consent for in this instance their fate was written in their bones before they found life.
Instead, only a few hundred remain scattered to the four winds, their perfect make-ups and astronomical intelligence useless in a world constructed to house billions of people.
Finding themselves vastly unprepared for the changed world facing them, a world which saw...
All the king's horses and all the king's men...
Disappearing into the memory of the past, the average person; unable to add a variant, unique outlook on the singular situation created by the very thing which had destroyed them.
Geniuses become average, the average become below average, as those of colossal brilliance increase in number. Yet, someone still needs to dig the ditches,
Farm the land,
Drive the transportation,
Wait on patrons,
Collect resources,
Refine, process, build, move, haul, recycle, repair, file.
The world is not one meant to contain only engineers, doctors, lawyers, innovators, and the like - supposed positions which require supposed higher intelligence and are more sought.
Those who remain...
Couldn't put Humpty together again...
Functioning in a decreased capacity, barely manage to survive without amenities such as super markets, computer technologies, industries with no one left to run them.
Struggling to adapt in a world that resembles nothing they know, there is no time to consider the ruins surrounding them or to look upward at that golden, mythical past from which they had fallen so swiftly and gracelessly.
Imprinted on their minds, for a spell at least, is the thought that perhaps nature does do many things right. Perhaps, what is undesirable today will allow people to endure future diseases with unimaginable and unpredictable effects.
Slowly, carefully, and inevitably, they work toward a better future; not molding what remains into what was, for many things are broken and lost forever, but a passable facsimile.
If they must resume that dangerous balancing act, the insanity of that line, then hopefully they learn from past follies.
For the fall is forever waiting.
FINIS