Empty Nest

Did you know, that in the age of stone, long before the age of workflow, decisions were made alone, where to roam, no direction known? The paradox of that great unknown… was not so good back then. Without a grid, endless wandering, hand to mouth, bone to bone. From nomad to no longer, this man began a small herd, to comfort himself. The greater good became his norm to weather the storm. Did he know, where this choice would go, the tradeoffs, the power of workflow, the politics, the invisible hand? I don’t think so. No, no, no, more like a fool. He traded his soul for a nest and tools that grew and grew and grew, into a network of cruel, the new great unknown. I for one, have had enough. I think it is best to move this great herd, to shift the burden, to give up the ghost and empty the nest.