You are blinded by delusions, dreams of power, but you have none of your own.
You think you can change the world. Change the future. Improve life itself.
You actually think you can make a difference.
You see technology as a god, that can make anything you imagine possible.
That can make your dreams real.
You preach, saying in no uncertain terms technology is a need. We communicate with it.
WE is an all inclusive, absolutist term. I assure you, some where there are people that know nothing of your standards, that use smoke signals to speak to other tribes. To them technology is not a need. They have no use for it. They are much stronger than you. The have real power, in tune with the real world, the living flesh and coiling sinew of nature at it's most glorious and merciless. Unlike you, they can survive and thrive with even those few skills you sneer at. You are so arrogant and think you are far beyond them. You would never give such people thought. They are beyond your depth and cannot pique the faintest of your interest. You think, from your perspective, that you are far more powerful and able. It is true, you can do many things that these can not. The price of those abilities is the trading of true freedom for its illusion. Such a subtle trade, impossible to detect by your superior ungrateful attitude. You have no idea how much power you have lost in the exchange. You are in chains. You are in a deep, black pit with no hope of rescue or relief. All in the name of progress, convenience. The chains are so light, they wind not just through you, but through all. They are thin spiderwebs that chain you together. What would happen if these webs, as strong as they are, were suddenly severed? Since you rely on the threads so much, would you be helpless without them? Overcome by shock and agony, paralyzed by inability and the realization that the illusion has shattered and you are truly powerless - and this time you know it. How laughable you are to the other group. The need none of your much glorified threads, they have functioned long without them and CONTINUE to function long after they fail. In a few generations of complete snide superiority and we can do anything and get what we want and change the world attitude - when the threads break - either by calculated attack or sheer pride's fall - there will be no way to recover. The Dark Ages would return with a vengeance. The magic dies, you have no allies, no way to combine strength and resolve. You are alone, shocked, upset. And in no position to fight the True Enemy that has waited all this time, patiently, by design, for your soul. The Prince of the Air has legendary patience. When the fire dies he will work the hardest, growing stronger as he feasts on your despair and terror. The threads you worked will turn to snakes in your hands, coil around your throat, and drag you under the earth, to a fate you thought you had the power to change. Too late you will realize how foolish you were. You will fall. You have given yourself no other choice.

The lesson is to NOT be dependent on ANYTHING, no matter how much it pervades and infests the world and demands servants and laborers. To shift focus to that one thing is to be its hapless slave and not know it. CONTROL your obsessions. DIVERSIFY your abilities. DEPRIVE yourself of what you think you need every second of every day. Then when the time comes when there is no choice but to do without it, you will be ABLE to survive. That is worth much more than the slaves of a single skill could ever hope, or ever have the power to be.

Learn your true weaknesses and adapt, or perish. Even the greatest constants you know in your life CAN change. It is NOT impossible. The future you think you will have is NEVER the future you arrive at. Do not let anyone tell you different.

The journey must be made alone. We are NOT connected.

We are all alone.