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"There is only Autumn.

All other seasons are irrelevent"

Welcome (back). Less is more.

 

There is no finer distillation of the human experience than poetry. How ironic that the internet has provided such a comfortable vessel for fine words, when it is itself the antithesis of such careful blending.

 

Like many things, what was once small and beautiful is now vast and ugly. The web has become a seething mass of unfettered information and puerile connections. Ten years ago you had to search for the mediocrity. Now it searches for you.

 

Some might say that the internet is merely a mirror held up to the communal global psyche. An unfiltered reflection of the digital generation, the housebound and the mousebound, virtual not virtuous. If this is true then I fear for the future.

 

I do not want my children to grow up in a world where enlightenment is supplanted by gratification. To that end I pledge my allegiance to the preservation of that iota of the interweb that is forever laudable.

 

Enjoy the poetry herein.

 

Jonathan

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