"This New Age"

"Standing on the rock, as if fleeing from her own imprisoned arm, she let out a cry that sounded like: It's the octopus! The octopus is torturing me!"

     -Italo Calvino

  Welcome to "The New Age", welcome to today, welcome to The News that will greet you this morning on the T.V.; on the radio to work, on your bosses face and filtered into the Baloney of your sandwich.  Welcome to your life, here and now; what is it that you believe or how much can you believe before all turns into one of those dying stars seen through the Hubbell Telescope.  Everything is moving faster(but not fast enough for us to slow down), the volume on the commercials are getting a little louder, our capacity to tune out stronger and the blizzard of ideas a little thicker. What is beautiful is threatening, what is uncluttered is suspect, what is quiet is annoying and we pray that what is next can stimulate what is left.  Welcome to our "The New Age", welcome to today, welcome to a smile that was left to you for just such an accession.