The World Without Ideas

I was told that those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it. If so, then our history classes must be rather thin. - --- Cycles, endless cycles and nothing new, I hold this true; - every year holds an idea but nothing new. Old ideas are dusted off, sprinkled with a flare; perhaps reinvented and improved, but nothing new. The Cycle of new ideas has ended; - this is true. Inventors old, in their graves are shrugging; trying for the times, to give a new idea to these wasted minds; -nothing new, and this is true. The newest movies, were from last century; new actors, new roles but nothing new; ...-and this is true. New products re-released and polished, always re-stocked but never unmade. Nothing truly new is being made. Things we've never knew, new concepts, new ideas; things that make the mind explode, the infinite possibilities; ...-No longer so. What happened to new ideas, to the future they foretold? Was the vision simply stifled or was it simply something more? Brilliant Ideas from the past, lie ignored. Untouched for centuries in museums gathering dust? Where's the must? Wheres the brilliant mind to re-shape those? Did they come when the path to new ideas was already closed? To stop the better alternatives from being known? The utter audacity, the vulgar disrespect. That we should need to expect a flow of mundane boring filth before our eyes. Non Ideas in a world without them. A world without ideas, a world without a clue, how important ideas truly are; to whom? To me and you, to whoever; we all need a glimpse of hope. To a world that could be better, could be cleaner; could be our own.