Dear Science

I am not amused with your lack of concentration, of all the things you’ve discovered there isn’t one that seems to help right now. Sure you’ve made it easier on us, we’ll survive, but disease is disease and it shall always arise. What about mending the soul, what about Utopia? Whatever happened to the idea that we could be better- not just that we could get better things. Better stuff. Not just so we could make things more comfortable, and know what was going on. But what happened to this idea that everything could be something- more- together? You haven’t solved that, you haven’t grown. It’s the people that have recognised prejudice and animosity, it’s the people that have caused and overcame. So where are we now? Still in heartbreak. Still in judgment. Still inside this box that you’ve helped make. There may be no God, but there is religion. There may be no wrong but there are rights. Always wars without reason to fight! How could you break your promise? How could you leave it so that everyone, could feel so alone?... How could we all be so distracted with technology, and ethical promise that We forgot what You were for. Yeah, we’re all more accessible- but are we more free? It’s so depressing to think we’re not quite there, and maybe it’s just a stage we’re going through, but science, you’re not a person: you’re not a problem. You’re an effort we all have to make, you’re mistakes we all have to take. No matter how wise the tale may be, sometimes you have to figure out yourself. Stuck repeating selfishness. I’m scared that- this is it. This is all it’ll ever be. Stuck in a mass of miscommunication constantly, trying to break free. But that’s selfish itself, so I guess this note is pointless. But science, be careful.