Ill Suited For Madcap Twenty First Century World

Ill suited for madcap twenty first century world One garden variety generic male - the very writer of these words feels akin to an anachronism, whereby his being alive at this juncture within the space/ time continuum (July 29th, 2022 – an ordinary day) finds me mismatched with the fast paced civilization – ink comp passing the greater part of webbed wide world, where premium placed upon inherent strengths such as: supreme abilities in artistry, athleticism, comedy computers, horse whispering (nay-saying patriarchal system - particularly wrought courtesy White Anglo Saxon Protestants, whereby codas, dogma, edicts... crafted to benefit mortals who usurped land occupied by natives.) I don't belong with any earthly age, creed, denomination, nationality, race, religion, et cetera, but consider myself an outlier hiding in dark shadows cast courtesy outer limits of the twilight zone, a foreigner among strangers. Aghast at explosive industrialization/ urbanization once sacred wild woodland whittled away overlain bumper crops comprising trappings green lighted supposedly signaling progress unwittingly overrides avast enclave (teeming with diverse flora and fauna passively cleared, dominated, expropriated by dictate of commercialization, exploitation, fabrication fueling amalgamation, fabrication, lubrication oiling cogs and wheels sustaining, murdering guaranteeing production trumpeted at expense native flora and fauna acquisition, cooptation, extermination, gratification decreed domination *****sapiens usurped law of land i.e. eminent domain foisted upon unsullied "new world" defining European age of exploration, whereby pristine undulating immense acres indiscriminately partitioned, (despite indigenous peoples unrecognized precedence to remain holistic caretakers of Mother Earth tendered, predicated, linkedin with generations worth of sacredness, which spiritual reverence meant naught to unwelcome trespassers solely hell bent to force acquiescence, compliance, obeisance,... to warlords, whose cruel, diabolical gall lee jeepers libidinal incursions sought extinction toward defenceless native inhabitants subject to machinations spelling extermination, yet their restless spirits infiltrate occupants of once happy hunting grounds devoid without a trace, when this bucolic tract devoid of present schlocky vinyl zoned abodes, whereby fast disappearing vestige alluding to pastoral vista spurs overactive imagination regarding yours truly, who chiefly hankers he got born during sparse population versus pell mell hustle.