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“I have a foreboding of an America in my children's or grandchildren's time -- when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, and no one representing the public interest can even grasp the issues; when the people have lost the ability to set their own agendas or knowledgeably question those in authority; when, clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what's true, we slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness...
The dumbing down of America is most evident in the slow decay of substantive content in the enormously influential media, the 30 second sound bites (now down to 10 seconds or less), lowest common denominator programming, credulous presentations on pseudoscience and superstition, but especially a kind of celebration of ignorance”
- Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
Lyrics:
Truth like a puzzle, pieces scattered in the breeze,
Searching through the rubble, gotta dig beneath the trees,
Counterintuitive, flips the mind’s preconception,
Contradictin’ notions, causin’ heavy introspection.
Prejudices held deep, roots in the dark ground,
Hopes and desires melding, but truth ain’t bound,
By what we crave, what we dream, what we say we need,
Truth walks its own path, plantin’ a stubborn seed.
Preferences don’t decide, what’s genuine, what’s real,
Truth got its own vibe, got its own ideal,
We may wanna twist, shape it how we feel,
But truth stands tall, unmoved by the deal.
Grapple and wrestle, in shadows and light,
Truth is elusive, sneakin’ outta sight,
Fathom its depths, mind ready for the fight,
Chasin’ truth’s echoes, even in the night.
Desperate wants deceiving, illusions of the mind,
Yearning for the comfort, falsehoods entwined,
But truth like a beacon, shining fierce and bright,
Piercin’ through the fog, in the dimmest night.
Preferences don’t decide, what’s genuine, what’s real,
Truth got its own vibe, got its own ideal,
We may wanna twist, shape it how we feel,
But truth stands tall, unmoved by the deal.